Phases

Grubs is definitely going through a phase now. (We hope it is a phase anyway, or we are looking forward to a very tough teenage-period.)

It is best described as not wanting to do what we want her to do, most of the time.
And she is very confrontational. (She does not have that from any of her parents, I think. At least not her Dad.) It makes our daily life rather full of friction, to say the least.

On the brighter side, she is doing really really well with her toilet training. On average, one accident a day. Usually when we are outside. I think that is awesome, since the equivalent amount of successes equals at least 25. Including a few false alarms. All in all, not bad for a beginner.

Katie has put Dean's wedding ring somewhere in the bed room. Noone knows where, inclusing Katie. So currently, two out of three rings are lost, however we are counting on recovering this one. I am under strict orders not to vacuum the bedroom. Not that I needed such orders anyway. The ring lies safe, whereever it is. :)