…is doing something more than once and expecting a different result the second time.
So why is it that my 18 month old daughter continues to open the drawer in the coffee table and then slam her fingers in it?
Oh yeah, she’s 18 months. And a girl. And my daughter.
Three strikes and this little girl is out her independent own!
John Ross was such a mellow little guy compared to this one. She screams, growls, and pushes. She’s either all in or all out. Even at 18 months she’s yelling at the kitty and demanding her birth-right time with her daddy. She throws diapers and calls them footballs.
And yet…she is sweet, loving and completely obsessed with shoes!!!! Anything that shimmers or shines is “pittee” and her eyes are the dictionary definition of sparkling.
I can’t wait to see how the Lord uses this one. I harbor some early fears that being this perfect storm of her papa and me, she will actually try to accomplish some of the daring things I only dreamed of in my younger years.
More on that later…intervention is necessary in a train track bludgeoning…and the antagonizing suspect is not male!