All the great-grandkids refer to the house Daddy gre up in as "The Yellow House" I do not know why but this is what they have become comfortable with. Now my daughter, CJ to be exact, lol, has chosen to deal differently with trhe yellow house. If we refer back some time ago now she had her hair done there. Now, everytime we pull in to the drieveway or in front of the house she begins to cry. The crying does not stop there, it linger once we hit the stairs, crack the door, and sometimes well into our stay. Daddy just does not understand why she acts up in this manner. Eveyrone around pays her no attention so it does not edge her on. Daddu ignores her too because she needs to learn how to interact with other people. She will not sit with her grandparents, uncles, aunts, not even the little cousins.
This is becoming a problem becasue CJ will need to stay with other people on the rare occasion Mommy and Daddy have things to do together. We are doing our best to train her but she seems to be fighting us tooth and nail. It is good to know that Daddy knows how to fix it. Prayer, it changes things, people, and situations and yet again my darling, darling baby fits all three categories.
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