Beyond pig-headed
I am slowly being driven mad by my little girl. She seems to have given-up her one nap. Does she still need a nap, you ask? YES. But, she just won’t go down.
There are several reasons why this is such a bitch-slap.
#1 CT going to afternoon kindergarten. You see, I had my heart set on HOURS (or at least 1 hour) of napping (no one touching me or demanding anything of me or yelling or fighting). I was looking forward to an entire year of quiet afternoons.
#2 “Quite time” at our house is to be done in one’s room. SHE WILL NOT STAY IN HER ROOM. And it doesn’t seem to matter how many times you walk her back in there, she just comes right back out.
It also doesn’t seem to matter how I threaten, what I threaten, locking doors, keeping doors open, positive reinforcment, negative reinforcement, taking away TV or even her most prized possession (her binki), it just doesn’t matter to her. It is her way or no way…AND I CAN’T LIVE THAT WAY!
Do I feel like I have to win with her? Yes. Maybe that’s part of the problem. But oh my god, if I lose the battle at 3, what the hell does 13 look like?
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NOOOOOOOOO
PJ saw her on a news clip this morning. It was a close-up, she was mouthing the words “I dare you, come on, I dare you”.
As PJ stared into the TV at her she said, “I like her”.
Filed under PJ | Comment (0)Round and round and round we go
Every year the company my husband works for is generous enough to give all their employees (and their immediate family members) tickets to Valley Fair. And this year, just as we did last year, we joined in the fun.
The only difference between this year and last year is that Miss PJ is now exactly 36 inches tall. What does that mean you ask? That means my little munchkin can ride on many of the adult rides as long as an adult rides with her. And I have found out, that she loves rides just as much as I do!
I have never seen a little girl squeal with such delight as when she got tossed around and spun around and jolted up and down and smashed into by other people, carts, kids, adults.
After several adult rides she and CT spotted the kiddy ride area, which were the only rides they went on at all last year. They stepped into the little boat on wheels that went very slowly around in a very small circle. After one spin of the circle PJ threw her arms into the air and started yelling to the man at the control panel, “FASTER, MAKE THIS THING GO FASTER!”
The woman standing next to me started to laugh. I looked at her and said, “I guess she’s outgrown these.”
Pet rock
PJ has been carrying around this large fist size rock for several days. She is calling it her baby, kissing it, taking very good care of it and bringing it everywhere she goes.
On our way home from the gym today, she threw a complete tantrum walking out the double doors, wanting to carry her glass of water and balance on the wall that is 1 ½ times her size, at the same time. The new rule I have imposed on my kids at the gym is, no cup of water = you can balance on the wall, cup of water = you walk on the side walk with mom.
She made her choice to get a cup of water. And then decided she wanted to walk on the wall, which of course did not wash with me. So, she tantrumed herself to the car, dropping the water, spilling it all over the ground, then she opened the van door and ran out into the parking lot.
White hot rage is now setting in.
I grab her, put her in her seat all the while getting hit in the arms and then the face and then bit in the hand.
Tunnel vision and numb arms starting to set in.
Once everyone is in the car, PJ continues to have her tantrum but now she is pinned down in the car seat and all her energy is bubbling up and spewing out her mouth as we drive off.
And then…through her sobs and screams, she holds her baby rock up and in a frenzy tells me she is going to throw it at me. Time stopped. I have never been so scared of my child in all my life. She would throw that fucking rock at me, I know she would.
So, traveling at 70 miles per hour I reach back and nab the rock out of her hands and immediately burst into tears.
Today she could have not only hurt herself, but me, her siblings and some other random car driving down the road.
Thus concludes my lesson for the day, no more rocks in the car; I don’t care how much you love them!
Filed under PJ | Comment (0)Kid quote of the day
PJ was screaming at the top of her lungs because I wasn’t giving into her demand of coloring with a permanent black Sharpie pen on top of the wooden counter tops.
She concluded the tantrum bellowing, “THEN I PUT MY FINGER IN MY BUTT!”
Filed under PJ | Comment (0)And she’s off
Today was PJ’s first day of preschool. She has been ready for preschool since last year. Watching CT go in and out of those classroom doors and not being invited to stay for two solid years, was almost too much for her to handle.
But today, it was her turn.
This exciting morning, this day of all days, she donned her princess outfit (which includes a pink frilly unitard and a ballet skirt with flowers and a bell for good measure) just to make a good first impression I am sure.
After breakfast she slapped on her pink flower back pack and Velcroed up her “good” sandals as quick as she could and was ready to go.
Once we got there she ran right into that room, washed her hands, sat down at the table and got to work on her play dough, never once looking back.
When we came to pick her up she immediately hit me and yelled, “I’M NOT LEAVING!”
I guess she had a good time.
Filed under PJ | Comment (0)Good luck Miss Ann
Me: PJ, your preschool letter came in the mail today. Your preschool teacher’s name is Miss Ann.
PJ: I don’t like her!
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