That was a tweet I wrote after completely losing my mind after REPEATEDLY telling Oliver to NOT! touch the TV-- he loves to turn it on
and off, or bang on it. So on this
particular occasion, he banged on it and then turned it off. After telling him
no, redirecting him to his toys, the little SHHHHugar plum, looked at me, walked over to the TV, SMILED, then stuck out his
pointer finger and gently touched the TV. ARE YOU EFFFING KIDDING ME RIGHT
NOW??? I yanked him up and took him to his room where we had a talk. I was so
mad.
Since that day (no actually before), it seems he is testing every thing I
say. He knows what he is not supposed to
do, yet does it anyway, and no doubt just to see what I will do. He is only one and a half; this is not the
terrible twos, so… WTF is this?
I’ll tell you what it is not, Mommy gets ran over time! I am standing my ground now more than ever. There is no more
nice mommy over here. He is going to listen and obey. I am going to grow the biggest set of mommy
balls EVER! I am going to win this
war. I am going to keep that little
child in line. I am not going to let him
get away with anything. I am going to be
a warden, not a mommy. I am going to be
so tough he won’t even attempt the terrible twos!
I am… I am… crap I hope I can stand up to him! He is just so damn cute, and cheeky and witty
and funny! It’s so hard to be tough when
he is cute and funny. The TV thing was
SO wrong, but, the whole pointer finger and gentle touch, CLASSIC!! I was so mad, but so proud at the same
time! Hell yeah, that is my kid! (See how screwed I am? Or should I say immature and hopeless?)
OK. I know there is no laughing at toddler boot camp. There
is only tough mommy, teaching the way of the land and 100% respect. It’s mommy's the
boss time. It’s… It’s… Mommy needs to… oh crap you all… I just don’t want to
always be a mean mommy. I could seriously yell NO! all day at his crazy baby
ass. I mean, 100 No’s could be dropped before breakfast! Why is that?
Why is he constantly screwing with me?
I have learned it is more than about balance; it’s
about staying consistent and not laughing…or at least not letting him see me
laugh. Over the last month the man-child
has really started growing up, crossing over from baby to boy. I have loved
watching him grow and develop into a super smart toddler, and honestly, I totally get the testing he is doing. However, I know I have to stand up to the
tests, or end up with a total butt face child.
As much as it sucks to have to put him through the constant reprimands
and No’s! and even some short timeouts, I love every minute of watching him grow, even if he is a defiant little shit sometimes. As crap as this phase is, it is the first signs of his becoming a smarty pants like his mommy!
What about you? Do
you have a defiant little toddler trying to rule your roost?
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