No more whines now...I mean it!

That was the theme of the day today.  I must have told Isabelle 8,000 times and William 4,000 times to stop whining today.  I think I might have even told Soung-Sik to stop whining once or twice.  There must have been a meeting last night after I went to bed where they all decided to gang up on me today.  Or the fact that I woke up at 5 a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep may have made me ultra sensitive.  Either way there were horribly annoying sounds coming from my house all day.  The only reason why both of my children were not in bed at 6:00 tonight was because we weren't home then.

Soung-Siks' excuse is that he is married to me and probably has to listen to me whine more than he would like to.  I am pretty sure that "when whinning and when not whinning" was in our wedding vows.

Liams' excuse is he is still a little sick.  He has also just figured out how to fake cry and he is very proud of his new talent.  I don't think it would be fair of me to squash it out without letting him perfect it a little longer. 
We aren't quitters in this house, no sir!

Isabelle on the other hand was not involved in the wedding ceremony and has long out grown the need to practice her talent of fake crying.  No I have a very real concern with Isabelle's whinning.  I think she might be getting the dreaded 5 year old attitude.  I heard about the terrible 2's, but I LOVE 2 year olds, they are my favorites.  I have heard 3 year olds are awful, but we just seemed to breeze through those as well.  4 has almost been a dream, I am her hero and she tries her best everyday to please mom & dad.  Lately in between our perfect 4 year old days a body snatcher is taking away my daughter every now and again.  One minute happy the next minute so emotional over who knows what.  I have heard the phrase "but mommm, it isn't fair" , more than I would like to think about today.  She knows that she can't slam her door but that hasn't stopped her from shutting it softly and then moping and grunting right behind it in hopes of guilting me out of something.  I am not ready for my baby to become a kid with opinions and her own plans. While reading her a bedtime story with her laying on my lap tonight I wondered if all of the whining had just been a bad dream.  Hopefully when the day starts tomorrow the body snatcher will have moved on to another house and found some other poor mother's 5 year old. 

Because tomorrow there will be no more whines now...

I mean it...

I think I want a peanut!