He's got our number
The past two Saturdays, I've given Judybat a little time to herself and taken the two kids out for most of the day. We've gone to TheBoy's baseball, to the park, bowling, to a neighbor kid's softball game, to breakfast, etc. (Judybat will fairly note that one of those 'breakfasts' consisted of coffee cake and chocolate milk, so doesn't actually count as a meal.) It's been great. JB's gotten stuff done, I've bonded with the munchkins, everybody is happy.
Except ... Every so often, these wonderful family jaunts end with me harranging TheBoy to comeonlet'sgostopthatlistentomegetupoffthegroundandstopscreaming! Forget the terrible twos. We're in the unforgettably bad fours.
Bad isn't fair, really. He's still sweet and loving and funny as heck. He's rediscovering, slowly, the ability to play by himself. This morning, all four of us crowded into the big mommy bed, and as JB and I enjoyed being horizontal for a few more minutes, he played Peekaboo with TheGirl. She flapped her wings in delight and occasionally cast me a sideways glance that needed no translation: Can you believe how COOL this guy is?
And yet he still hasn't won back all the stuff in his room with good behavior. I have to ask him three, four, five times to do the least little thing. He refuses to listen, refuses to cooperate, refuses to behave. Last night at dinner, as he refused to sit still and refused to keep his food in his mouth and refused to stop knocking his Legos on the floor and then crying about it, Judybat turned to him and asked, "You're drunk, right?"
In short, my darling little man is driving me insane with his bizarre little man behavior. Take last night: Sometime between TheGirl's 1:30 wakeup and her 2:30 wakeup (rough night), I heard him making some kind of odd mewing noise on the monitor. I rushed in, thinking he was calling out in his sleep, only be told "I'm not crying! Go away!" I stumbled back to bed, and JB and I listened for another moment. He was, it turned out, laughing to himself. Probably at us and his ability to take us to the edge and back.
posted by AnnaRay at 8:15 AM
3 Comments:
"laughing at his ability to take us the edge and back..."
Gaah! You are reminding me too much of Laura and Mary's cousin in "Little House in the Big Woods". The boy who keeps crying "wolf" while his dad and Uncle Charles are trying to work. Eventually he gets stung by a bunch of bees and is very unhappy.
Come to think of it, there are at least two bee stories in that book. Charles apparently doesn't get stung by bees. Damned Charles.
Love to the four of you (esp. the four-year-old) and your four-footed friends.
Wow - if I had enough energy I would've taken all the toys out of my (nearly) 4 yr old's room. He does drive us batty but it's probably not unrelated to the fact that we're moving out for a large house remodel. Still, he does take us to the edge... repeatedly. Deep breaths and counting to 10. And Choices. Does yours always say "but I'm going to listen next time" and then never actually get around to listening? That's the worst!!!
We get, 'But I forgot!' no matter how long it's been since he was reminded not to a) chew on his sleeve, b) tap on the baby's head, c) throw sticks at passing cars, d) shine his flashlight directly in my eyes or e) stick his fingers in his mouth.
The fingers bother me the most, since I have my own nailbiting problem. It's actually gotten me to cut back considerably, because I finally see how disgusting a habit this is.
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