War has been declared!
My weapons,
and ammunition.
Thirteen battles were fought over two days,
and victory was mine!
A moment of silence for those who were lost.
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Last year, in the month of March, I wrote a grand total of four posts. Four. Guess I wasn’t inspired very much. Although toddlers have a tendency to drive you crazy with the exact. same. things. every single day over and over, so wisely I knew you’d probably only want to read about each of these things once. No sense in us both being crazy.
This year isn’t that much different. Same problems, different toddler.
My first post was about temper tantrums. It’s amazing the amount of rage a little body can be filled with. One minute they’re happily playing along, the next their on the floor kicking, screaming, yelling and rolling around. And it doesn’t matter where they are, home, car, stores, parking lot- they’ll throw a fit anywhere. Toddlers aren’t self-conscience, they don’t care that everyone around them is looking at them like their crazy. Actually, toddlers are pretty smart, they’re probably very well aware that everyone isn't looking at them but looking at us. So embarrassing.
My second post was probably my favorite post I’ve ever written. Everything was written from a two year old’s point of view. I need to remember to do this more often, when you really think about it, there’s a lot of things that are tough about being two. Imagine how frustrating it must be to KNOW what you want to say, but not being able to say it. All the thoughts are right there in your head, but no one understands what your saying. It must be a lot like being in a foreign country where no one speaks your language. All you want is a glass of milk, and everyone keeps saying “Oh, sorry, I don’t understand what your saying.” I’d get frustrated a lot too.
Or imagine if people just started randomly picking you up throughout the day and bringing you somewhere else. You’re sitting on the couch watching TV and someone comes along and carries you up to bed. Or your happily playing with a group of toys and someone comes and carries you to another room. Or you see something really cool in the street and someone grabs you as you run off and straps you into the car. It’d be frustrating, wouldn’t it? YOU know where you want to go and where you want to be, but you keep being brought elsewhere. And your too small to do a darn thing about it.
I wrote about potty training CamCam.
A year ago.
A whole year.
Still not potty trained.
And lastly I wrote about how CamCam was confusing me by asking for one thing and then as I was about to get it, switching to another. He still does this, but his newest phrase is “actually.” No matter what it is I’m doing, CamCam pipes up with “actuallllllyyyy, no.”
CamCam, do you want some milk?
Yes (I pour it) Actuallllyyy, no. I want juice.
CamCam, do you want to go outside and play?
Yes (I get him all dressed up) Actuallllyyy, no. I want to stay inside.
CamCam do you want goldfish for a snack?
Yes. (I give him goldfish) Actuallllyyy, no. I want pretzels. (I get pretzels) Actualllyyy, yes, I want goldfish.
I guess we know who the sucker is in this relationship.
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This post was written in response to Mama Kat’s writing prompt #3: What were you blogging about last year at this time? What has changed?
Don’t you just “love” it when you’re out in public with your kids, and they say something you don’t want them to say? Isn’t it the best when the quieter you tell them to stop saying ‘x’, the louder they ask why they can’t say ‘x’?
The other day after an afternoon of sledding, The Dada and I decided to stop for hot chocolate on our way home. We pull into Dunkin’ Donuts where two police cars happen to be parked and Nolie gasps, “The Police!” We all laughed at him, he sounded like he been avoiding them his whole life and was finally about to be caught.
We all start walking in, and we could see three policemen sitting inside Dunkin Donuts. “Why are the police here?” Nolie asks. “I didn’t know police like doughnuts,” he continues. The Dada chuckled and told him that was enough.
“Why dad? I didn’t know police like doughnuts. Why do police like doughnuts?” he continues to ask through the parking lot.
We get to the door and I stop and say to him, “Ok Nolie, that’s enough. I don’t’ want you asking that anymore, ok?”
He shakes his head yes, and so I open the door. Which is exactly when CamCam, in his ever so loud voice, says/yells, “I didn’t know police love doooughnuttts!!!”
