If Liv and I are going to fight over anything..

It's going to be a clothing catalog.  Seriously?  Yes.

Fifteen minutes ago Olivia fell and hit her head on the coffee table and immediately I grabbed for a clothing catalog that just came in the mail and flipped it open.  I ran to the feet of my hysterical child and excitedly exclaimed, "Clothes!"  Olivia sat straight up, stopped crying and grabbed the catalog out of my hand. 

A few minutes later I picked up the catalog and began flipping through the pages.  Out of no where Olivia looks up from across the room, gasps, and runs across the room toward me.  She grabs the catalog out of my hand, runs to the other side of the room and puts her blanket over herself.

I walk over to her and try to trade her a toy for the catalog and she just sticks her nose up in the air at me.  What a little stink.  So I try and pry the catalog out of her hands and before we know it the magazine is being tossed all about as we both try to claim what we rightfully think is ours.  It only took me probably about thirty seconds until I stopped and thought to myself, "What am I doing?  Yes, I am fighting over a catalog with my one year old."  And so I decided that it is my moral obligation to be the bigger person and let her look through the catalog first.

What a girl.  Girl, with a capital "G."