So, we had some lemon chicken cooking for dinner. Ira loves chicken. It's one of the few things she doesn't complain about. Not only that, but it has red potatoes with it. She also loves potatoes.
While it was in the oven she'd said, "I nyet like it smell." a few times. Then she comes down to the basement with her bottle of shampoo open. She squeezes it over and over so she gets the strawberry smell to come out, saying how the smell of the food is gagging her. Can we say, "Drama Queen?" Holy cow.
And yes, I've decided having her gone most of the day helps tremendously. Today hasn't gone so well in the "not fighting" category.
We've improved a little about church however. I must end on a positive note, you know. :) She pouted and kept saying how she doesn't like church and likes HER church in Ukraine, but there wasn't a huge fight. Nor did I hear ALL through sacrament meeting how she wanted to only stay for 1, not 3 (meaning hours.) She only said it once. :) Yeah for baby steps!
