Yesterday morning while I was making my coffee, I look up to see G trying to pull a plug out of the wall and L had pulled a dog toy through the gate and was shoving the stuffing from it into her mouth. Nothing is safe. They're so darn fast these days.
Post by Crisco Salad on Apr 7, 2017 7:20:57 GMT -5
Last weekend J was fighting nap, hard. First he needed a snack, then he needed to poop, then he needed to pee. On my fourth trip up there, I made a comment about being sick of his shenanigans.
Later, he walked over to me, looked me in the eye and asked me why I was sick of him. And then my heart broke.
Yesterday morning while I was making my coffee, I look up to see G trying to pull a plug out of the wall and L had pulled a dog toy through the gate and was shoving the stuffing from it into her mouth. Nothing is safe. They're so darn fast these days.
C is like this too. She's still mostly stuck in place, so I don't have the push to get everything buttoned down, but then I look up and she's on the other side of the room about to put one of Ms tiny little hair rubber bands in her mouth. Oy.
Apparently J left the bedroom door open and Nugget helped herself to my dirty clothes pile and adorned herself in one of my nursing bras.
Also, I yelled at Nugget the other night because she was being super whiny/demanding/driving me crazy while trying to make dinner. Not my proudest parenting moment, but I was losing my mind and she is so damn loud. I don't want to reinforce her whining/yelling by giving in, but not giving in is not good for my sanity either.
I have found P (almost 3) on top of her changing table, the patio table, and her sister's dresser. Like, standing up. Walking around. On top of furniture. Clearly I don't pay enough attention to where she is.
I have found P (almost 3) on top of her changing table, the patio table, and her sister's dresser. Like, standing up. Walking around. On top of furniture. Clearly I don't pay enough attention to where she is.
I have found P (almost 3) on top of her changing table, the patio table, and her sister's dresser. Like, standing up. Walking around. On top of furniture. Clearly I don't pay enough attention to where she is.
I can relate to this.
As soon as C could pull himself up on things, he climbed onto the dinning room table, sat down in the middle, and clapped. I witnessed the clapping.
I used my kid to throw a rope over a broken branch on a tree to pull down. Yes, he's an amazing climber and has been to the place he needed to get, but I realized the extra assignment of the rope was a distraction. It all worked out fine, and he was proud to be a helper. But about 1/2 way through I realized I was basically asking him to do some perilous shit.
eta: he threw the rope, and climbed down. I pulled the branch, he was safely on the ground. I'm not a complete whack.
I have found P (almost 3) on top of her changing table, the patio table, and her sister's dresser. Like, standing up. Walking around. On top of furniture. Clearly I don't pay enough attention to where she is.
(snipped) Also, I yelled at Nugget the other night because she was being super whiny/demanding/driving me crazy while trying to make dinner. Not my proudest parenting moment, but I was losing my mind and she is so damn loud. I don't want to reinforce her whining/yelling by giving in, but not giving in is not good for my sanity either.
This is us, the whining has to stop, but I don't know how
My toddler opened the backdoor this morning and was running around in the snow wearing footie pjs while I was getting ready for work. I also just told him to come inside since I didn't have shoes on to go fetch him, which he eventually did
DH isn't feeling well, so dinner plans changed. I asked M if she wanted a grilled cheese sandwich or eggs and she chose grilled cheese sandwich. So I toasted off the bread and while that was happening she decided that she wanted yogurt. That's even easier to make than a grilled cheese sandwich so I asked, "do you want that instead of a grilled cheese sandwich?" "Yes!" "Are you sure, so yes yogurt and no grilled cheese sandwich?" "Yes yogurt and no grilled cheese!" Ok cool. So I serve her up some yogurt, which she houses, asks for more, houses and asks for more. During that time I decide to make myself a grilled cheese sandwich, since I had already thawed the bread. I cooked it up, sat down with it and ate half. At which time M suddenly realized that she didn't want yogurt and HAD TO HAVE A GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH. I have zero tolerance for adults who don't accept the consequences of their actions, so it will be a cold day in hell when I raise a child who doesn't. So I calmly explained that she had chosen yogurt and the time for choosing a grilled sandwich had passed, etc. She just kept epically melting down as I kept eating my sandwich. Then I finished and she was continuing. I didn't have anything to do while she was melting down, so I proceeded to eat the crumbs off my plate. And boy did I feel like a POTY for licking my fingers as my first born child begs with big alligator tears for the food that I'm eating. I mean, I'm firm in my feelings about this value, but oy vey.
DH isn't feeling well, so dinner plans changed. I asked M if she wanted a grilled cheese sandwich or eggs and she chose grilled cheese sandwich. So I toasted off the bread and while that was happening she decided that she wanted yogurt. That's even easier to make than a grilled cheese sandwich so I asked, "do you want that instead of a grilled cheese sandwich?" "Yes!" "Are you sure, so yes yogurt and no grilled cheese sandwich?" "Yes yogurt and no grilled cheese!" Ok cool. So I serve her up some yogurt, which she houses, asks for more, houses and asks for more. During that time I decide to make myself a grilled cheese sandwich, since I had already thawed the bread. I cooked it up, sat down with it and ate half. At which time M suddenly realized that she didn't want yogurt and HAD TO HAVE A GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH. I have zero tolerance for adults who don't accept the consequences of their actions, so it will be a cold day in hell when I raise a child who doesn't. So I calmly explained that she had chosen yogurt and the time for choosing a grilled sandwich had passed, etc. She just kept epically melting down as I kept eating my sandwich. Then I finished and she was continuing. I didn't have anything to do while she was melting down, so I proceeded to eat the crumbs off my plate. And boy did I feel like a POTY for licking my fingers as my first born child begs with big alligator tears for the food that I'm eating. I mean, I'm firm in my feelings about this value, but oy vey.
We've had to do something similar. It sucks in the moment, but I want him to learn consequences of his actions.
Post by critter015 on Apr 14, 2017 22:26:05 GMT -5
Oh MapleMe that reminds me of the time we went out to lunch and C and O refused to eat any of the food they had chosen, even though they had been told they needed to eat well or they wouldn't get any ice cream. So then we went for ice cream and they had to watch us while we ate it. My mom was with us and couldn't get over how mean we were.
Ill one up you on the lateness of Easter. We camped in Kentucky all week. Dyed eyes on Friday night. SO pretended there was a problem in the truck we needed a tool for. Popped in to Walmart at 9:20pm after a 10 hr haul. Took the kids home, bed, I was at work by 10:30 pm, while SO sorted the eggs and got that organized. There has GOT to be a better way.
Um, it's 7:30 on Easter eve and I don't have anything for the girls' baskets. POTY
Me too! I'll pick you up for a late night trip to the store!
I ended up running to Whole Foods (because they are the only place to get Alex-safe chocolate bunnies) after bedtime, then to Target bc WF doesn't sell peeps
Me too! I'll pick you up for a late night trip to the store!
I ended up running to Whole Foods (because they are the only place to get Alex-safe chocolate bunnies) after bedtime, then to Target bc WF doesn't sell peeps
Cvs for me, not my favorite place. But about the only place open at 10:30.
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