I'm going to throw this out there and just ASSUME I'm not the only mom that has struggles with her kids the day after a big holiday weekend. I mean...T woke up and immediately gave me "spirit fingers" and with much excitement and a huge grin and a little question at the end he exclaims, "I WANT CHEETOS!!??" I replied with great enthusiasm back along with some "spirit fingers" (which he didn't appreciate btw), "No! You may not have Cheetos for breakfast!" And the day began...
Complete. Meltdown. So then he decided to switch to wanting a chocolate bunny. And another meltdown happened. He finally agreed on having a banana, and ended up having a whole one, plus a little more of another one. Success! He continued with agreeing to Plain Cheerios, because we were out of Peanut Butter Cheerios. Normally...that's a HUGE mistake. But I think he was already worn out from his first 20 minutes of being awake and not getting his way that he was tired of melting down on me. Parenting can be hard. Parenting and not giving in, is 10x harder.
By the end of this whole "breakfast production", G was ready for a nap. With his kiki (blanket) in hand, rubbing the silky edge in his eyes, I put him in his swing. The kiki made it so I couldn't really SEE the buckle, so I buckled him in by kind of fiddling around until I felt where it was that the buckle needed to go. Bad. Idea. I clicked, and my child's eyes got huge, mouth went open with a scream...and he turned purple. You see, G is dramatic, and doesn't like to breathe when he's mad. I immediately unbuckled him and picked him up. I KNEW what had happened. All that Easter chocolate in my milk made his chubby little thighs get even a little more chubbier. Yup, I pinched him and he had a small red dot to show for it. I felt awful. Going back a little...this swing and this child has been the death of me since way back. It's the same swing we used for T, but somehow, it always went smoothly with T in it. They put buckles on infant things for a reason. To buckle your child in, right? Yup, well I learned that the hard way. I don't even remember how old he was, but in the early morning when he used to wake for a feeding, I would go downstairs. Feed him in my sleep. Transfer him to the swing. And go back on the couch and pass out. This particular morning, what woke me up was a big thump and my child screaming. Yup, he rolled out of the swing. Face down, on the hardwood floor. Awesome. T never even attempted to roll out of the swing, so I will admit, I very rarely strapped him in. I mean...it's not like a roller coaster ride swinging way up and down! However, G is different. G has been different from his brother since we found out I was pregnant. We now...buckle G in to EVERYTHING! I have another story about not buckling G in to something, but I'll save that for another day. Too many things in one post and you may start to wonder if I'm a fit mother. Lol!...I'm really not THAT bad. I just like to think that not every mom is as openly honest with the mistakes she's made :) I make mistakes, learn from them, tell people about them, then laugh and move on.
Now, for lunch time. The blessed lunch time routine. The routine goes something like this. I make a plate full of food. Try to get a protein in (usually chicken nuggets or a turkey dog), fruit, a vegetable, a starch and a dairy item all on his lunch plate. This is what today's lunch looked like...
Some left over Easter food. Ham, potatoes, bread from a loaf that was made into a bunny, mixed fruit and cheese. Oh, and I threw in pickles. Now...this is his lunch an hour later...
Do you notice anything?? Yep, he only ate the pickles. In fact, he asked for more pickles. I brought him 3 more and said, "Talan, these are the last pickles you are getting until you eat some more of your lunch." His reply, "What? I can't hear you!" I repeated myself. He replies, "WHAT? I CAAAAAN'T HEEEEAR YOUUU!" Then I knew he was playing a game.Seriously. Where do kids come up with these things? Tonight when Daddy told him it was time for bed, he replied, "What? I can't hear you!" O.M.G. THIS is what parents have been talking about. The wonderful 3's. He will be 3 at the end of May, and we have been dealing with more of a 3 year old natured little boy for a few months now. HELP!!!!
After lunch T was watching the Cartoon Network. They play all those old school cartoons, and he really enjoys them. Well, a commercial came on. I wasn't paying attention because I was feeding G at this point. All of a sudden I hear, "Hey Mommy! Look! It's Gampa It's Gampa on that show!" I look up, and it was Popeye! Not thinking much of it, I say, "Oh, Popeye!?" He says very excitedly, "No! Not Popeye! It's GAMPA!!" Oh. my. gosh. I was dying. It's nice that I can tell who he's talking about because he has different names for his 3 Grandpa's. My dad is "Grandpa", My step-dad is "Gampa" and my hubby's dad is "Papa". So "Gampa", T thinks your Popeye :)
Late in the afternoon I decided to call the Dr about G's spitting up. After yesterday...and now today, I HAVE to see if they can help ME any more. I seriously should have taken a picture of the big pile of rags and towels that we went through yesterday at my mom's. It was ridiculous! And now today, it finally happened. I held G up before bed, was talking to him. He's giggling and smiling at me, and then it came. He spit up everywhere. Some went in my mouth, down my shirt, in my lap, on the couch. Everywhere. All with a big smile! I was laughing hysterically because I could not believe my child just spit up some in my mouth. Please tell me I'm not the only one! So to the Dr. we will go tomorrow. Wish us luck.
That's pretty much all the excitement that happened in my day today! I hope you all had a wonderful "day after the holiday weekend"!
So funny!!! I love the pics of lunch and then lunch an hour later :)
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