"You DIDN'T wake me up." (Now don't read this as a simple statement. Imagine it yelled at you with disdain.)
(At the breakfast table)
"I want NO cereal."- Izzy
"Ok."- me
"GIVE ME CEREAL MAMA!!"
"Ok. Which cereal do you want."- me
"I don't want NO cereal."- Izzy
"Waughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." translation: crying. crying. crying.
"GIVE ME CEREAL MAMA!!"
"Ok. Which cereal do you want."- me (No I did not accidentally type this twice.)
"Ok. Which cereal do you want."- me (No I did not accidentally type this twice.)
"LIFE!!! (Screamed loudly with anger)
I give her the cereal.
"You DIDN'T give me my princess spoon."
"It's dirty."
"GIVE me my princess spoon!"
"No."
She pushes her chair as FAR from the table as she can.
"Scoot me IN, Mama."
"No."
"But I can't REACH!" (The entire sentence is screamed. I am only capitalizing certain words to inform you where the peak volume was reached.)
"You scooted yourself out. You can scoot yourself in."
"Waughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." translation: crying. crying. crying.
Chase sighs. (Yes, he's been here the entire time. However, the only words he has uttered have been "please" & "thank you" a few times.) Anyways, he sighs, gets down from the table and says, "Oh my GOSH." Walks around the table and scoots her in.
"Oh THANK you Chasey-Wasey little buggy. Tickle tickle. I LUV you Chase. I LOVE you Mama."
WHAT THE HECK?? It's like a crazy switch has been turned off. You think I'd be used to it, but I am still left flabbergasted w/ my mouth opened wide, wondering what the heck just happened.
Oh, but no. It doesn't end there.
She is holding my hand sweetly until she realizes there is milk in her cereal.
"MAMA!! I told you I don't want NO milk in my cereal!" (Yes, she is back to screaming w/ disdain.)
"Ok. I won't put any next time."
"Take my bowl & dump it out, MAMA!"
"No."
"Waughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." more crying. crying. crying.
"I'm just going to be HUNGRY!"
"Ok."
"Waughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." more crying. crying. crying.
And that's when I snap these:
And she does NOT like it. But i figure, as long as she's making my morning miserable, I might as well get evidence.
Ps. If you read this entry and do NOT leave me advice or a consoling remark, you are not truly my friend. And if you're family, then you might want to help me preserve your bloodline. Hey, if she can be absurd, so can I.
Pps. She is right next to me, caressing my leg & leaning her head against my side, occasionally sighing, "I love you, Mama." BIPOLAR much??
And, no. Chase is not perfect either. Just a half hour after this episode he decided to call me an "Iniot" for the first time. And even though he didn't even say it right, his little butt got dragged to time-out for a LONG time.
12 comments:
oh my gosh.
i could've written this exact scenario between belén and me.
in fact, this whole week--besides yesterday--has been the same roller coaster ride with her.
from screaming to cooing to stomping to burying me in kisses.
all within seconds. all day long. every day. ahhhhh.
nothing she does is anything but extreme--from loving to hating to throwing to dancing...
andy has to warn me not to call her bipolar all the time.
noelle tried to console me about b's craziness the whole time i was in mexico by saying that it is just her age, etc.
one might think this blog post of yours supports that theory.
when really, i'm simply left to question {curse} our genes.
ahhhhhhhh!!!
you know in noey's post today where she says that andy has to separate b and me sometimes?
absolutely true.
and that's just in general--combine her bipolarness with my 8.5mos/nauseous prego-ness and throw some winter city living in there...??
fatal for all.
good thing andy can pull off even-keel so well.
{but don't think she gets all her drama from me--he can be pretty intense; it just looks different on him.}
i have absolutely no advice for you.
especially today.
all i can tell you is that when you call me pulling your hair out, i will have deep and utter empathy for you.
p.s. i simply cannot wait for the teen years!!!
jk.
p.p.s. we'll have to do a teenage swap week every summer, and maybe our daughters will behave and bond better at their tia's house than at their own.
I know she's screaming at you in these photos, but she still looks very cute. Gorgeous, thick, shiny hair! Haha...I know that's the last thing you're thinking right now, but I had to mention it. She's a cutie.
...and no good advice from me...I'm still learning this whole crazy world of toddlers.
duct tape.
cage.
You can see what kind of a parent I'll be.
:( Isn't it crazy that what a little "big girl" says can actually hurt?!! I hope she wakes up on the right side of the bed tomorrow... and forever after that but I know that is pushing it.
I love ZUMBA too!!!! I can actually work out for an hour because I am having fun ... and trying to impress everyone else by not looking stupid.
sounds like it's tio zach's turn to play with the kids?
Sounds like you handled it fine to me, Stace! You didn't get worked up, and didn't let her have her way. Best way to handle a kid blowing his or her cork, is to ignore it I think. If the behavior gets too bad, a time out or some other punishment the child don't like is appropriate. So basically keep up what you're already doing.
As long as she gets that
a) you aren't impressed
b) it's not going to work, so repeating said behavior is pointless
then I think you're doing fine. She's a smart girl, she'll figure it out and grow out of it. It's the moms who give in to the demands of angry toddlers who end up later killing them or themselves. The reasons are obvious. The only thing worse than an angry toddler is a toddler who gets rewarded for being angry.
In Izzy's defense, we've all had mornings where we've definately felt like behaving in a similar way, but are no longer at the age where it's forgivable because we're three.
Ahhh, now you're just scaring me, Stacey. I guess it's a good thing Dexter can't talk (maybe I don't want to hear what's on his mind). ;)
It sounds like you're doing great to me. Being a mom is the hardest job I'm aware of, both physically and emotionally demanding. When my kids are driving me nuts, I have to remind myself that God must have made parenthood difficult so that we can learn from it and strive to become more like Him. That helps me to reframe things a little bit. Other than that, thank goodness they are so cute-it is essential to their survival. Keep up the good work!
Welcome to the crazy swings in temperament that you get with girls. I have no answer, but hang in, and laugh as much as you can!
Cooper's done the same thing. It blows my mind every time! It so frustrating because there's really no rhyme or reason to it. Good thing they have swings the other way though to balance it all out!
yeah... no advice here. i have my own issues to deal with here (i.e., makenna). i blame it on the elizan gene pool. always. this is why we had to marry very easy-going-but-intense-in-their-own-way-kind of guys.
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