Yellow Rose's Garden

In reading posts by chelle_liz and nikkinicola about their young ones, I am reminded of the days when my own children were small.

Something that sticks in my mind happened when Liz was about 18 months old. One of her Fisher Price little people rolled under a nightstand. Some kids might have screamed until it was pulled out for them, not my little hellion. I started to go get it for her, but decided to stand by a minute to see what she would do. She proceeded to look under the nightstand to see where the toy landed. Her next move was to grab the nearest available long object. I had a plastic stick that was suppose to hold a scrubbing pad on the end of it. She snatched that up and used it to knock the toy from under the nightstand.

Another bit my daughter has become infamous for over the years is this. She was on the swings in the playground behind the apartment we lived in. Kevin was watching both of the girls from the patio while I was working. Some boy at least twice Liz's size pushed her off the swing. Kevin was ready to do the Daddy hero thing when she picked herself up, brushed herself off and hunted down a broken branch from one of the large shrubs that grew around the edge of the housing area. She got behind the swing and knocked the kid off of it with the branch.

The boy ran home crying and next thing Kevin knew, after he called the girls in, was that he had an irrate father at the door. Jess, who was a head taller than the boy, poked her face out the door and the kid's dad said.. "It that the girl?" The boy said no, and, boy, was his father pissed when the half-pint sized sister was brought to the door and the boy IDd her as the culprit. It also came out that he pushed her off the swing to get it for himself. Kevin said the father started having words with his son as they walked home.

People wonder why I never think of my child as a pacifistic angel? She's not. She's a little scrapper that can and will stand up for herself.