This post is brought to you by the word "NO" and the number 3

Today was a particularly rainy day. Molly woke up before 7am and by 9 I was already tired of hearing the word "No"....on most days it's me saying No but today it was all Miss Molly. She walked around the house screaming "No, No, No". No to the wall, No to the floor and most of all No to the dog, poor Abby dog. I have no idea what terrible offenses she believes they bestowed upon her but she was mad mad mad...and that is how our day began. Shortly after her No ranting she turned her attention to me and decided I was a horrible person for daring to fold the laundry in front of her. For every piece I folded, two were thrown across the room with a declaring "NO"! Now I have to agree with her on this one, for I do hate the wash but it is a necessary evil. Currently she is chasing the dog down with her beloved doll stroller. Which I can guarantee any and all readers there will be more tales of her stroller wars to come, but for now that magical hour I like to call Night Night is upon us and peace may come to my house shortly! Yeah!!!