Post by jessasaurus on Jan 30, 2015 10:16:24 GMT -5
((Hugs)) @disneypeanut. That sounds rough!
bluedot - that's exactly where I'm eat. After I fight with her with her sippy for most of the day, I try and count how many ounces she's had. Then I usually give her the bottle because I'm afraid she's not getting enough.
bluedot - that's exactly where I'm eat. After I fight with her with her sippy for most of the day, I try and count how many ounces she's had. Then I usually give her the bottle because I'm afraid she's not getting enough.
I know in a month or so this will all be behind us and it will be a blip on the radar of their lives... it's so hard to remember that in the moment when he is spitting 2oz of milk all over both of us...
I feel like he knows how to use the straw, he wants the milk, WTH baby?
Lol. I'm scrolling through my grocery store's online coupons and under the heading "a healthier you" they have a coupon for ghirardelli chocolate. #enablers
We still go through this with T at 4.5. She will not wear any pants with an actual fly. So I only buy jeggings, leggings, sweats and other elastic waist stuff. She still fusses but it's manageable.
Every saturday the time spent putting her leotard and tights on for dance class chips off a small piece of my soul. One day I actually kept her home from dance and let her cry in her room. Tights are tight. They are called tights FFS. When I do it now I warn her that any tears and there will be no dance class. I've taught her deep breathing exercises to calm down when it bothers her.
Post by carissalynp on Jan 30, 2015 10:36:03 GMT -5
LO kicked me in the crotch as I was rocking him before his nap. Somehow that seems appropriate on his first birthday. Hey mom remember how much this hurt a year ago today? Oh, I'll remind you.
@disneypeanut DD used to be the same way. It would take forever to get ready to go anywhere and then when it was time to go she would run away when I told her it was time to leave. It's gotten slightly better. She no longer runs away or refuses to get in her car seat, but all of a sudden needs help putting her shoes and coat on when a month ago she could do it herself. It's frustrating.
Good morning everyone. It is not such a good morning for me. I've been crying for almost an hour. I've pretty much reached the end of my rope with DD. I'm so fed up of all the fights with her, especially the fights getting dressed (regular clothes and snow suit). Every single morning when it's time to put on real clothes, every single time we need to go outside (to go to daycare, to go to gymnastics, to go visit someone, to go shopping, etc.), and every single time I pick her up from daycare. She screams, cries, kicks, hits me, flops over on the floor, runs away from me, you name it.
She loves going to daycare (or all those other places). She's happy to see me at the end of the day, and loves riding back in the sled as we walk home, yet she doesn't want to get dressed to come home.
I've tried telling her about all the wonderful things she's going to do/places she'll go once she's dressed. I've tried giving her warnings ahead of time that it's coming (finish this puzzle and then we'll go...). I try to think on her level, I've tried counting to 5, I've tried making it a race, I've tried punishments, giving her two choices, offering to help or have her do it herself. No matter what, it ends up with the screams the the fighting and me forcing the clothes on her. Then when she's about 80% dressed and she realizes there is no turning back, she starts to cooperate and be happy again. I don't get it. I'm so tired emotionally about this that it's making me want to hang out with her less. And then I hate myself for even thinking that because I do love her.
/dear diary
tl;dr DD is being a toddler and throwing tantrums and it's wearing me down.
I'm really sorry that you're having such a rough time with this.
We still go through this with T at 4.5. She will not wear any pants with an actual fly. So I only buy jeggings, leggings, sweats and other elastic waist stuff. She still fusses but it's manageable.
Every saturday the time apent putting her leotard and tights on for dance class chips off a small piece of my soul. One day I actually kept her home from dance and let her cry in her room. Tights are tight. They are called tights FFS. When I do it now I warn her that any tears and there will be no dance class. I've taught her deep breathing exercises to calm down when it bothers he.
You have all my sympathy.
Thanks laur, though I wish you told me it all magically disappeared before that. I once left gymnastics halfway through and let her cry all the way home. And went shopping without her after telling her she was coming. Is 2.5 too early to teach breathing exercises? I've taught her to hug her toutou (plushy), or blanket or pillow (all comfort items for her) when she is upset. It works sometimes. Sometimes she just throws them back at me.
With T I found that she didn't have the language to describe what was happening, like a wedgie or her toes being in wrong or the tights being bunched up under her leotard. So we did a lot of "use your words" and helped her to explain to us what felt wrong.
Her first instinct is still to twitch and cry, but we remind her deep breath in, deep breath out and now use your words to tell us what is wrong.
95% of toddler problems are borne from frustration.
I am so furious right now, and I cannot shake it. XH talked about keeping L at home today and I told him he needs to take her to school. The reason this even came up was because he was making a big deal about keeping her last night because he had this super duper important event at work today at 6am (he's a parking garage manager). I told him to drop her off to me before work and I would take her to school. Then all of a sudden, he was going to stay home with her. When I asked about his super important event, he told me to "mind you own damn business and at least I'm in good with my work." Um, Asshole, the reason I have to leave my job is because of you. Anyways, I told him I would prefer that he took her to DC since it's paid for and we don't get money back on days she doesn't go. Well, guess what? I couldn't get a hold of him all morning, called DC to find out she's not there, called him at the office (not his cell), and he answers. I was like "where the fuck is L?" and he replies "With GiGi!" Ummmmm... we did not discuss you pawning off our daughter onto your mother instead of taking her to school that I already paid for. He told me stop being psycho and to take it out of the money he pays for DC to which I replied "YOU STILL OWE ME MONEY FOR THIS MONTH!!!!!" I told him if it wasn't in my checking account by end of business today, I'm filing Contempt on Monday. My mother talked me down off the ledge last night when he asked me if he should give her formula instead of wcm because she's snotty??? She said to keep remembering it's just 23 more days (thankfully now 22). I'm still ragey. I hate him. I hate XMIL. 22 days can't pass fast enough.
/dear diary
TL;DR My XH is a total asshole and liar and deadbeat, and I can't wait to leave this state.
Post by Charlys Mom aka NBeaut on Jan 30, 2015 11:10:30 GMT -5
Im back! LO cried himself to sleep in my arms around 5 and i was able to catch a couple of hours sleep. @mummypig i don't have popsicles but ill be getting some sugar free ones to help through the weekend! thanks for the tip
LO will be staying with my mom and i feel guilty for not calling off work, but i haven't been there a month yet and i don't think calling off would look good. ugh. tons of mommy guilt this morning.
anywho
Happy Birthday baby carissalynp !! hope A's day is a fun one.
@disneypeanut i have no advice but i can only imagine the frustrations. i hope you can figure out something that'll work to get her in her snowsuit without a fight
Post by hashtagrainbow on Jan 30, 2015 11:12:09 GMT -5
@disneypeanut I just thought of you. I'm underwriting an equity loan in Orlando, FL and one of the borrowers is a "professional seamstress" for Disney. EEEEEEEEK! PS. They don't pay their seamstresses a lot.
I just went into the girls' bedroom and found Darth Vader asleep on a pink canopy doll bed. DD1 is going to be pissed when she gets home and finds out that DD2 tucked in Darth Vader, but I'm leaving it. My kids seriously crack me up.
Post by tessymessy on Jan 30, 2015 11:26:36 GMT -5
Dreaming I like to eat all the edges of the black and white until I have a strip of black and white left. I'm a Puritan. BTW: These are NOT black and white cookies. Dude showed up with a box that contained white cookies and black cookies. LOL its the thought that counts. I'll post a pic from my cell.
hashtagrainbow that is so unacceptable of your XH. If my H did something like that, I'd kill him. Did he think you wouldn't find out?
I feel like he's doing it on purpose to get under my skin, hoping I'll do something crazy that he can try to take me to court for to keep us from moving. That's why I didn't get in my car and race over to XMIL's to take L to school after I found out. I'm going out of my way to be nice. It's not his weekend with her and I offered him extra time with her by giving him this weekend. NOT so she could skip school and get dressed like a creepy vintage porcelain doll by GiGi. shellbell
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