Because apparently...................
"ELMO NOT IS A GIRL!!! SHE IS ALSO A BOY!!
Showing posts with label tantrums. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tantrums. Show all posts
Friday, March 6, 2009
A great way to really irritate a 3 year old boy
Dressing Elmo TMX in a fairy princess costume.
Because apparently...................
"ELMO NOT IS A GIRL!!! SHE IS ALSO A BOY!!
Because apparently...................
"ELMO NOT IS A GIRL!!! SHE IS ALSO A BOY!!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Three year olds are random
Tuesday is our garbage day and Max's favorite day of the week. I need to open the blinds in Max's room and make sure there is a chair in front of the window for him to stand on. A few weeks ago, I forgot to open the blinds, and we heard the garbage truck on our street. Then I heard Max screaming in his room "IT'S NOT OPEN! IT'S NOT OPEN! OPEN IT! OPEN IT! OPEN IT!!!!!!!!"
I ran in the room, opened the blinds and lifted Max on the chair just in time for him to see the garbage truck. His little heart was beating about 280 beats a minute.
Last week he discovered that if he looked out the kitchen window, he could see the garbage truck on the street behind us.
I've never seen him so happy.
Each day, Max takes his cars and big blocks and puts three of them in front of every door in our house as well as the couch and chairs and refrigerator and dishwasher and filing cabinet and.................well, you get the idea. We have blocks and cars all over the floor.
These aren't ordinary blocks and cars, however, they are "garbage cans." Max crawls on the floor and stops at each grouping of garbage cans, picks one up, lifts it over his head and dumps it then returns it to it's original place. Then he lifts a second one over his head and dumps it, puts it back then moves on to the next pile.
He went around the room doing this and finally I asked him why he was only picking up two of the three blocks/cars (excuse me, "garbage cans") and leaving the third one there.
He looked at me like I was a complete idiot and said "Because I'm the garbage truck and those are also the recycle cans. With I come back later and be the recycle truck and get the recycle cans"
I stand corrected.
Silly me, I don't know why I couldn't tell those were recycle cans.
Aaron and Brielle are now off track from school and won't go back until January. This means that Max has two friends to play with, who NEVER annoy or tease him.
Several times yesterday, we accidently bumped or kicked one of his rows of cars/blocks, and this brought Max running from whatever far corner of the house that he was collecting garbage "NO! NO! NO! YOU ALSO LEAVE THE GARBAGE CANS ALONE!! YOU NOT MESS THEM UP!!!!" Then he would very carefully line them back up in the proper place, and his heart rate would return to normal, until the next time that one of the kids would move them, then it would start all over again.
Multiple times.
Each day.
Yesterday we had Christmas music playing on the radio all day. When it was time to get Max ready to go to preschool, I asked him to come into the bathroom to get his hair combed. He stood outside the door, shaking his hips to the music and said "I can't. I'm dancin' "
I said "Do you think you could come dance in the bathroom so I can comb your hair?"
"Nope" Max said as he boogied away "I'm still dancin'."
He went to school with messy hair.
When we picked him up from school, I asked him what he did in school (as I do every time I pick him up) he said "We got to watch room five's Christmas program, and they also watched our program."
"How fun!" I said "What kind of songs did room five sing?"
And Max replies "They singed too much songs!"
Last night we attended CJ's band concert (which by the way was fabulous! The band is great) Max did pretty well at the concert, but we got home later than his bed time, and he'd had it. We decided to have some ice cream as a treat, but only after everyone had their pajamas on.
Apparently, Max didn't feel the need to put his pajamas on but still expected to get ice cream. He threw such a fit that he got put in time out.
I won't go into great detail, but eventually he got the pajamas on, but he didn't get his bowl of ice cream until after everyone else had finished theirs, and he was sad.
I hugged him and we talked about it."Max" I said "the reason you didn't get your ice cream sooner is because you were having some issues with pajamas." and Max says "I not did! I have issues tomorrow!"
(Yes, I'm looking forward to his "issues" today)
In the end, he took one bite of ice cream then decided that he would rather have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
I ran in the room, opened the blinds and lifted Max on the chair just in time for him to see the garbage truck. His little heart was beating about 280 beats a minute.
Last week he discovered that if he looked out the kitchen window, he could see the garbage truck on the street behind us.
I've never seen him so happy.
Each day, Max takes his cars and big blocks and puts three of them in front of every door in our house as well as the couch and chairs and refrigerator and dishwasher and filing cabinet and.................well, you get the idea. We have blocks and cars all over the floor.
These aren't ordinary blocks and cars, however, they are "garbage cans." Max crawls on the floor and stops at each grouping of garbage cans, picks one up, lifts it over his head and dumps it then returns it to it's original place. Then he lifts a second one over his head and dumps it, puts it back then moves on to the next pile.
He went around the room doing this and finally I asked him why he was only picking up two of the three blocks/cars (excuse me, "garbage cans") and leaving the third one there.
He looked at me like I was a complete idiot and said "Because I'm the garbage truck and those are also the recycle cans. With I come back later and be the recycle truck and get the recycle cans"
I stand corrected.
Silly me, I don't know why I couldn't tell those were recycle cans.
Aaron and Brielle are now off track from school and won't go back until January. This means that Max has two friends to play with, who NEVER annoy or tease him.
Several times yesterday, we accidently bumped or kicked one of his rows of cars/blocks, and this brought Max running from whatever far corner of the house that he was collecting garbage "NO! NO! NO! YOU ALSO LEAVE THE GARBAGE CANS ALONE!! YOU NOT MESS THEM UP!!!!" Then he would very carefully line them back up in the proper place, and his heart rate would return to normal, until the next time that one of the kids would move them, then it would start all over again.
Multiple times.
Each day.
Yesterday we had Christmas music playing on the radio all day. When it was time to get Max ready to go to preschool, I asked him to come into the bathroom to get his hair combed. He stood outside the door, shaking his hips to the music and said "I can't. I'm dancin' "
I said "Do you think you could come dance in the bathroom so I can comb your hair?"
"Nope" Max said as he boogied away "I'm still dancin'."
He went to school with messy hair.
When we picked him up from school, I asked him what he did in school (as I do every time I pick him up) he said "We got to watch room five's Christmas program, and they also watched our program."
"How fun!" I said "What kind of songs did room five sing?"
And Max replies "They singed too much songs!"
Last night we attended CJ's band concert (which by the way was fabulous! The band is great) Max did pretty well at the concert, but we got home later than his bed time, and he'd had it. We decided to have some ice cream as a treat, but only after everyone had their pajamas on.
Apparently, Max didn't feel the need to put his pajamas on but still expected to get ice cream. He threw such a fit that he got put in time out.
I won't go into great detail, but eventually he got the pajamas on, but he didn't get his bowl of ice cream until after everyone else had finished theirs, and he was sad.
I hugged him and we talked about it."Max" I said "the reason you didn't get your ice cream sooner is because you were having some issues with pajamas." and Max says "I not did! I have issues tomorrow!"
(Yes, I'm looking forward to his "issues" today)
In the end, he took one bite of ice cream then decided that he would rather have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Tantrum of the day
Alternate post title - Guess who didn't get a nap?
Today one of the kids was making toast.
It smelled good, so I put a slice in the toaster for myself.
Max then decided that he needed an Eggo waffle.
Now.
I told him that he needed to wait for my toast to pop up, and so then he waited.
Impatiently.
As soon as my toast was done, I slid his step stool over by the counter so he could put the waffle in the toaster himself. (Because if we have the nerve to do something that Max wants to do by himself, then Max will freak out, undo whatever was done and then do it again himself. I've just found it easier to avoid the battles by planning ahead)
As Max went to put his waffle in the toaster he says;
"IT'S HOT! THE TOASTER IS HOT! YOU ALSO NEED TO MAKE IT COLD! I ALSO NOT CAN PUT MY WAFFLE IN THERE WHEN IT'S HOT!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
(said while jumping up and down)
I told him that he could still put the waffle in the toaster even if it was hot.
"NO! I ALSO NOT CAN PUT IT IN UNTIL IT'S COLDER!"
I finish buttering my toast and start to walk away.
Max follows.
"MAKE IT COLDER! IT'S ALSO TOO HOT! WITH I NOT CAN PUT MY WAFFLE IN THERE WHEN IT'S HOT."
Now he's pulling on my shirt.
"PLEASE A PLEASE A PLEASE A PLEASE A PLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSEEE!!"
(Max is always polite, even when he's screaming at the top of his lungs)
I tell him "No, Max, there's nothing I can do to make it cool off faster. Why don't you go blow on it the way you do with your mac n cheese to cool it off"
"I NOT CAN DO THAT!!"
"Max, it's been a few minutes, I bet the toaster has cooled off by now. Lets go put your waffle in it."
Max calmed down a bit, stepped up on the stool and stared at the toaster.
"It's not colder. It's still hot."
I felt the toaster. It was slightly warm but definitely not hot. I told him to go ahead and put the waffle in the toaster.
The poor frozen waffle was quite thawed by now. And smashed too.
Max put the waffle in and then felt the top of the toaster with his finger.
"IT NOT DID COOL OFF!! IT'S STILL HOT! MAKE IT COLDER! MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!"
Then he took the waffle out of the toaster and waved it in my direction. It flopped back and forth as he said
"MAKE IT COLDER!!!"
I asked him if he wanted me to put the waffle in but he explained that he needed to do it himself.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I ALSO NEED TO PUT THE WAFFLE IN THE TOASTER!!!"
Right then I got a phone call from Aaron's Cub scout leader. She wanted to remind me that I had signed up to bring the treats for pack meeting next week and let me know that we should plan for about 60-65 people.............
And the whole time she was talking and I was trying to listen to her, all I could really hear was
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
Somehow, CJ was able to convince him to let him put the waffle in. After it popped up, Max brought the waffle to me "It's hot! It's hot! It's hot!.........I need my plate. I need my plate I need my.............NOT THAT ONE, I WANTED THE YELLOW PLATE!"
After he sat down and ate his waffle, his mood improved dramatically.
I can't wait until tomorrow. I've been trying to think of a way to convince him that he can't eat a waffle because they are all gone.
He just ate the last one.
I just found out that we're out of milk too. It's going to be a fun morning.
Seriously, this tantrum was almost as strange as time he was yelling at the toilet because it wasn't flushing fast enough.
Today one of the kids was making toast.
It smelled good, so I put a slice in the toaster for myself.
Max then decided that he needed an Eggo waffle.
Now.
I told him that he needed to wait for my toast to pop up, and so then he waited.
Impatiently.
As soon as my toast was done, I slid his step stool over by the counter so he could put the waffle in the toaster himself. (Because if we have the nerve to do something that Max wants to do by himself, then Max will freak out, undo whatever was done and then do it again himself. I've just found it easier to avoid the battles by planning ahead)
As Max went to put his waffle in the toaster he says;
"IT'S HOT! THE TOASTER IS HOT! YOU ALSO NEED TO MAKE IT COLD! I ALSO NOT CAN PUT MY WAFFLE IN THERE WHEN IT'S HOT!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
(said while jumping up and down)
I told him that he could still put the waffle in the toaster even if it was hot.
"NO! I ALSO NOT CAN PUT IT IN UNTIL IT'S COLDER!"
I finish buttering my toast and start to walk away.
Max follows.
"MAKE IT COLDER! IT'S ALSO TOO HOT! WITH I NOT CAN PUT MY WAFFLE IN THERE WHEN IT'S HOT."
Now he's pulling on my shirt.
"PLEASE A PLEASE A PLEASE A PLEASE A PLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAASSSSEEE!!"
(Max is always polite, even when he's screaming at the top of his lungs)
I tell him "No, Max, there's nothing I can do to make it cool off faster. Why don't you go blow on it the way you do with your mac n cheese to cool it off"
"I NOT CAN DO THAT!!"
"Max, it's been a few minutes, I bet the toaster has cooled off by now. Lets go put your waffle in it."
Max calmed down a bit, stepped up on the stool and stared at the toaster.
"It's not colder. It's still hot."
I felt the toaster. It was slightly warm but definitely not hot. I told him to go ahead and put the waffle in the toaster.
The poor frozen waffle was quite thawed by now. And smashed too.
Max put the waffle in and then felt the top of the toaster with his finger.
"IT NOT DID COOL OFF!! IT'S STILL HOT! MAKE IT COLDER! MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!"
Then he took the waffle out of the toaster and waved it in my direction. It flopped back and forth as he said
"MAKE IT COLDER!!!"
I asked him if he wanted me to put the waffle in but he explained that he needed to do it himself.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I ALSO NEED TO PUT THE WAFFLE IN THE TOASTER!!!"
Right then I got a phone call from Aaron's Cub scout leader. She wanted to remind me that I had signed up to bring the treats for pack meeting next week and let me know that we should plan for about 60-65 people.............
And the whole time she was talking and I was trying to listen to her, all I could really hear was
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
MAKE IT COLDER!
Somehow, CJ was able to convince him to let him put the waffle in. After it popped up, Max brought the waffle to me "It's hot! It's hot! It's hot!.........I need my plate. I need my plate I need my.............NOT THAT ONE, I WANTED THE YELLOW PLATE!"
After he sat down and ate his waffle, his mood improved dramatically.
I can't wait until tomorrow. I've been trying to think of a way to convince him that he can't eat a waffle because they are all gone.
He just ate the last one.
I just found out that we're out of milk too. It's going to be a fun morning.
Seriously, this tantrum was almost as strange as time he was yelling at the toilet because it wasn't flushing fast enough.
Friday, June 27, 2008
New word
Max has a new favorite word.
I'd like you to guess what it is.
Here are snippets from actual conversations I have had with my cute little three year old over the past week.
Conversation #1 - Nighttime.
Me: "Come on Max, Let's get your pajamas on"
Max: "I also not need my pajamas on. I also not tired. It also not dark outside. I also not need my pajamas on. I also not tired. It also not dark outside. I also playing wif my cars. I also not need my pajamas on. I also not go to bed. "
(5 minutes later, after wrestling him in to his pajamas)
Max: "I ALSO DID NOT NEED MY PAJAMAS ON! IT ALSO NOT DARK OUTSIDE! I ALSO NOT TIRED! I ALSO NOT DID NEED MY PAJAMAS ON! I ALSO NOT DID NEED MY PAJAMAS ON!.............
Conversation #2 - Morning
Me: "Come on Max, let's give you a bath."
Max: "I also not need a bath."
Me: "Max, honey, you really need a bath. You're kind of stinky."
Max: "I also not stinky. I also not need a bath."
(5 minutes later, after wrestling him in to the bathtub)
Max: "I ALSO NOT STINKY! I ALSO NOT STINKY! I ALSO NOT STINKY! I ALSO NOT STINKY!................I ALSO NEED TO GO POTTY! I ALSO NEED TO GO POTTY!
(I take him out of the tub and sit him on his potty chair)
Max: "I ALSO COLD! I ALSO DID NEED TO GET BACK IN THE BAFTUB! I ALSO DID NEED TO GET BACK IN THE BAFTUB! I ALSO DID NEED TO GET BACK IN THE BAFTUB!!!
( I take him off of the potty chair and put him in the tub)
Max: "I ALSO NOT STINKY! I ALSO NOT STINKY! I ALSO NOT STINKY! I ALSO NOT STINKY!................
Conversation #3 - Shopping at Ikea
Me: "Max, should we walk down the stairs or take the big elevator?"
Max: "We also walk down the stairs"
(we get to the bottom of the stairs)
Max: "Now we also go on the ewebator."
Me: "No Max, we're already downstairs, I'm not going to walk all the way back up those stairs just to go on the elevator."
Max: "I ALSO DID NEED TO GO ON THE EWEBATOR! I ALSO DID NEED TO GO ON THE EWEBATOR! I ALSO DID NEED TO GO ON THE EWEBATOR...................I ALSO NOT NEED TO SIT IN THE SHOPPING CART! I ALSO NOT NEED TO SIT IN THE SHOPPING CART! I ALSO NOT NEED THE SEATBELT ON! I ALSO NOT NEED THE SEATBELT ON................"
Conversation #4 - Dinnertime
Me: "Here Max, did you want some meatballs?" as I put some on his plate.
Max: "No I did also not want some meatballs. They also did need to get off my plate."
(I take the meatballs off of his plate and put them on mine)
Max: "I ALSO DID NEED SOME MEATBALLS! I ALSO DID NEED SOME MEATBALLS! I ALSO NOT DID SAY TO PUT THEM ON YOUR PLATE! I ALSO DID NEED THE MEATBALLS ON MY PLATE!
And just so you know, I really did stay very calm during all of those conversations.
Really, I also did.
I'd like you to guess what it is.
Here are snippets from actual conversations I have had with my cute little three year old over the past week.
Conversation #1 - Nighttime.
Me: "Come on Max, Let's get your pajamas on"
Max: "I also not need my pajamas on. I also not tired. It also not dark outside. I also not need my pajamas on. I also not tired. It also not dark outside. I also playing wif my cars. I also not need my pajamas on. I also not go to bed. "
(5 minutes later, after wrestling him in to his pajamas)
Max: "I ALSO DID NOT NEED MY PAJAMAS ON! IT ALSO NOT DARK OUTSIDE! I ALSO NOT TIRED! I ALSO NOT DID NEED MY PAJAMAS ON! I ALSO NOT DID NEED MY PAJAMAS ON!.............
Conversation #2 - Morning
Me: "Come on Max, let's give you a bath."
Max: "I also not need a bath."
Me: "Max, honey, you really need a bath. You're kind of stinky."
Max: "I also not stinky. I also not need a bath."
(5 minutes later, after wrestling him in to the bathtub)
Max: "I ALSO NOT STINKY! I ALSO NOT STINKY! I ALSO NOT STINKY! I ALSO NOT STINKY!................I ALSO NEED TO GO POTTY! I ALSO NEED TO GO POTTY!
(I take him out of the tub and sit him on his potty chair)
Max: "I ALSO COLD! I ALSO DID NEED TO GET BACK IN THE BAFTUB! I ALSO DID NEED TO GET BACK IN THE BAFTUB! I ALSO DID NEED TO GET BACK IN THE BAFTUB!!!
( I take him off of the potty chair and put him in the tub)
Max: "I ALSO NOT STINKY! I ALSO NOT STINKY! I ALSO NOT STINKY! I ALSO NOT STINKY!................
Conversation #3 - Shopping at Ikea
Me: "Max, should we walk down the stairs or take the big elevator?"
Max: "We also walk down the stairs"
(we get to the bottom of the stairs)
Max: "Now we also go on the ewebator."
Me: "No Max, we're already downstairs, I'm not going to walk all the way back up those stairs just to go on the elevator."
Max: "I ALSO DID NEED TO GO ON THE EWEBATOR! I ALSO DID NEED TO GO ON THE EWEBATOR! I ALSO DID NEED TO GO ON THE EWEBATOR...................I ALSO NOT NEED TO SIT IN THE SHOPPING CART! I ALSO NOT NEED TO SIT IN THE SHOPPING CART! I ALSO NOT NEED THE SEATBELT ON! I ALSO NOT NEED THE SEATBELT ON................"
Conversation #4 - Dinnertime
Me: "Here Max, did you want some meatballs?" as I put some on his plate.
Max: "No I did also not want some meatballs. They also did need to get off my plate."
(I take the meatballs off of his plate and put them on mine)
Max: "I ALSO DID NEED SOME MEATBALLS! I ALSO DID NEED SOME MEATBALLS! I ALSO NOT DID SAY TO PUT THEM ON YOUR PLATE! I ALSO DID NEED THE MEATBALLS ON MY PLATE!
And just so you know, I really did stay very calm during all of those conversations.
Really, I also did.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Angry Tot .......Part Two
Ever since he was born, Max has been the sweetest, most laid back, easy going child. He even made it through the "terrible twos" with the minimum number of tantrums.
He is a sweetheart. Very loving, very tender hearted.
Max loves to help with anything he can. At age three, he can set the table for dinner all by himself.
He will get his toys out, play with them and then put them away.
Without being asked.
In the last few weeks, since he turned three, I have noticed things starting to change a bit.
I will ask him to set the table, he will say "No" so one of his siblings will set it. This will make him mad, and he will take all the dishes off of the table and put them back on himself.
I will ask him to put his coat away. He will say "No" so I will put it in the closet. This will upset him, and he will get it out of the closet walk across the room, drop it back on the floor (where it was originally) and then pick it up and take it back to the closet and put it away.
Max usually has a very pleasant disposition until late afternoon, when he will sometimes turn into "Mr. Crabbypants" (as we ever so affectionately call him)
The kid really needs an afternoon nap, and on the rare days where this is accomplished, we enjoy Max and his sweet disposition until bedtime.
Today, there was no nap.
Set the scene:
Dinnertime.
Dad has grilled some hamburgers for dinner. Max will always ask for a hamburger, but will only eat the top bun, and occasionally peel the cheese off of the hamburger patty.
He NEVER eats the hamburger.
Max: "I want some cheese."
I unwrap a slice of cheese, and he inhales it.
Max: "I WANT SOME MORE CHEESE!"
Me "Max, do you think you can ask for that nicer?"
Max: (Lowering his voice) "Please I some have cheese?)
I unwrap another slice and hand it to him.
Max "I NEED SOME MILK!"
Me: "Hey Max, do you want to try that again?"
Max (lowering his voice) Please I some have milk?"
CJ pours him some milk, and he freaks out.
Max: "NO! Make it be dempty! Make it be dempty! ("dempty" means empty)
I pick up his glass of milk and drink it.
He hands me the glass and says "Mom get me milk"
(He is currently going through a phase where I am the only person that can do anything for him)
I poured him the milk.
Max: "I NEED SOME MORE CHEESE!"
ME: "Try that again little dude."
Max: "Please I some have more cheese?"
At this point, Brielle asks "What, is he on some kind of dairy only diet or something?"
We decide that since he has had so much cheese, that he won't be wanting a hamburger, so someone else eats Max's hamburger patty. Just as the last bite of it is being eaten...........
Max: "I WANT A HAMBURGER!"
Thinking that I'm being clever, I say "How about a bun? We could put some cheese on it.
Max looked like he was going to go for this idea, and just as we were putting the top bun on the cheese sandwich , Aaron (bless his unobservant little heart) says "Hey Max, why aren't you having a hamburger on that?"
Thanks Aaron.
Now Max wants hamburger on his bun. Hamburger that has already been eaten. Hamburger that Max would only nibble on at the most.
Max is now screaming "I WANT THE BROWN PART! I WANT THE BROWN PART!!"
(brown part meaning the hamburger patty)
Me: "Sorry Max, but all the brown parts are gone see."
I hold up the empty plate foolishly thinking that this will satisfy him.
Max: (sobbing) "I want a brown part! I want a brown part!"
I go searching through the freezer, hoping to find something that will pass for a "brown part."
I found an old frozen microwaveable breakfast sandwich with a sausage patty.
SCORE!!
I chip the sandwich apart, flake the cheese off of the sausage patty, and nuke it in the microwave. as soon as I pulled it out of the microwave, I KNEW that we would have a problem.
It wasn't brown.
The darn patty was a dark tan at best. Not even close to the delicious flame grilled burgers that the rest of us had devoured just moments before.
"Maybe he won't notice" I thought.
Okay Jill, get a clue. You really thought he wouldn't notice?
I hurried and slipped the sausage patty on the bun and tried to cover it with a slice of cheese.
Max lifted the top bun, peeled off the cheese and said..........
"IT'S NOT BROWN!!
IT'S NOT BROWN!!
IT'S WHITE!! "
"I WANT THE BROWN ONE!!!!"
At this point, I was SO finished. I hauled him off to his room and got him ready for bed.
I'm too exhausted to describe the process of getting his pajamas on him. Let's just say it was similar to dinner.
I just went into his room to check on him. He's so sweet, snuggling under his blanket, hugging his stuffed frog, dreaming about all the wonderful things in his life...........
Oh, who am I kidding. He's not sleeping, he's "recharging."
I've got to figure out a way to get this kid to nap.
He is a sweetheart. Very loving, very tender hearted.
Max loves to help with anything he can. At age three, he can set the table for dinner all by himself.
He will get his toys out, play with them and then put them away.
Without being asked.
In the last few weeks, since he turned three, I have noticed things starting to change a bit.
I will ask him to set the table, he will say "No" so one of his siblings will set it. This will make him mad, and he will take all the dishes off of the table and put them back on himself.
I will ask him to put his coat away. He will say "No" so I will put it in the closet. This will upset him, and he will get it out of the closet walk across the room, drop it back on the floor (where it was originally) and then pick it up and take it back to the closet and put it away.
Max usually has a very pleasant disposition until late afternoon, when he will sometimes turn into "Mr. Crabbypants" (as we ever so affectionately call him)
The kid really needs an afternoon nap, and on the rare days where this is accomplished, we enjoy Max and his sweet disposition until bedtime.
Today, there was no nap.
Set the scene:
Dinnertime.
Dad has grilled some hamburgers for dinner. Max will always ask for a hamburger, but will only eat the top bun, and occasionally peel the cheese off of the hamburger patty.
He NEVER eats the hamburger.
Max: "I want some cheese."
I unwrap a slice of cheese, and he inhales it.
Max: "I WANT SOME MORE CHEESE!"
Me "Max, do you think you can ask for that nicer?"
Max: (Lowering his voice) "Please I some have cheese?)
I unwrap another slice and hand it to him.
Max "I NEED SOME MILK!"
Me: "Hey Max, do you want to try that again?"
Max (lowering his voice) Please I some have milk?"
CJ pours him some milk, and he freaks out.
Max: "NO! Make it be dempty! Make it be dempty! ("dempty" means empty)
I pick up his glass of milk and drink it.
He hands me the glass and says "Mom get me milk"
(He is currently going through a phase where I am the only person that can do anything for him)
I poured him the milk.
Max: "I NEED SOME MORE CHEESE!"
ME: "Try that again little dude."
Max: "Please I some have more cheese?"
At this point, Brielle asks "What, is he on some kind of dairy only diet or something?"
We decide that since he has had so much cheese, that he won't be wanting a hamburger, so someone else eats Max's hamburger patty. Just as the last bite of it is being eaten...........
Max: "I WANT A HAMBURGER!"
Thinking that I'm being clever, I say "How about a bun? We could put some cheese on it.
Max looked like he was going to go for this idea, and just as we were putting the top bun on the cheese sandwich , Aaron (bless his unobservant little heart) says "Hey Max, why aren't you having a hamburger on that?"
Thanks Aaron.
Now Max wants hamburger on his bun. Hamburger that has already been eaten. Hamburger that Max would only nibble on at the most.
Max is now screaming "I WANT THE BROWN PART! I WANT THE BROWN PART!!"
(brown part meaning the hamburger patty)
Me: "Sorry Max, but all the brown parts are gone see."
I hold up the empty plate foolishly thinking that this will satisfy him.
Max: (sobbing) "I want a brown part! I want a brown part!"
I go searching through the freezer, hoping to find something that will pass for a "brown part."
I found an old frozen microwaveable breakfast sandwich with a sausage patty.
SCORE!!
I chip the sandwich apart, flake the cheese off of the sausage patty, and nuke it in the microwave. as soon as I pulled it out of the microwave, I KNEW that we would have a problem.
It wasn't brown.
The darn patty was a dark tan at best. Not even close to the delicious flame grilled burgers that the rest of us had devoured just moments before.
"Maybe he won't notice" I thought.
Okay Jill, get a clue. You really thought he wouldn't notice?
I hurried and slipped the sausage patty on the bun and tried to cover it with a slice of cheese.
Max lifted the top bun, peeled off the cheese and said..........
"IT'S NOT BROWN!!
IT'S NOT BROWN!!
IT'S WHITE!! "
"I WANT THE BROWN ONE!!!!"
At this point, I was SO finished. I hauled him off to his room and got him ready for bed.
I'm too exhausted to describe the process of getting his pajamas on him. Let's just say it was similar to dinner.
I just went into his room to check on him. He's so sweet, snuggling under his blanket, hugging his stuffed frog, dreaming about all the wonderful things in his life...........
Oh, who am I kidding. He's not sleeping, he's "recharging."
I've got to figure out a way to get this kid to nap.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Angry tot
Yesterday, the weather was very nice, so even though I had a bunch of work that I needed to do, I decided that we would work in the yard.
Iforced invited the children to join me in the front yard flowerbeds.
"What are we going to do?" CJ asked.
I answered "We are going to pull weeds, and plant some flowers."
CJ shook his head, took a step backwards and said "I don't pull weeds."
I then explained to him that he DID indeed pull weeds.
We pulled weeds for quite a while.
And just so you know.............. I. Hate. Weeds.
Weeds are evil!
Evil. Evil weeds.
While we were working , Max decided that he would like to try out his new tricycle. Brielle put a helmet on him and sat him on it. For a while, he had a ton of fun just pushing it around with his feet, but then Brielle showed him how to pedal, and when he finally figured that out, he was speeding all over the driveway, incessantly ringing the bell.
His helmet kept sliding down over his eyes and he couldn't see where he was going.
At first we thought this was the reason that he kept on driving onto the lawn, but after a while, we figured out that he had no clue how to steer. He would just start pedaling as hard as he could, ride straight onto the grass, then cry until someone came and picked up his trike and put it back on the driveway.
Brielle finally took pity on him and taught him how to steer, then he spent the better part of the afternoon riding in a big circle on the driveway.
We worked on those darn flowerbeds forever. Our neighbors across the street have immaculate flowerbeds. So do the neighbors on either side of us. Beautiful, meticulously manicured lawns and flowerbeds.
Oh, did I mention that none of those neighbors have children?
We make sure that our lawn is mowed once a week. And watered.
Really, I think we should get some sort of a prize for that.
We got most of the area weeded, and even planted some hollyhocks. By then, I was tired, and I could tell that I had pulled some muscles that would be getting even with me for the next few days.
The kids were still full of energy so they played on the trampoline until dinnertime.
Soon, it was time for the kids to go to bed. Max didn't have a nap, so he was extra tired.
And he was MAD!
Do you want to hear why he was so mad?
He was mad because I went into the bathroom and didn't let him come in.
Then he was mad because he wanted me to go to the bathroom again so he could flush for me,
and I wouldn't.
I know what you're thinking. I'm such a mean mom because I won't go to the bathroom again to make my kid stop crying, but I was done, empty. (Plus, I wasn't going to give in to his crying)
He threw the biggest tantrum of his life. He wouldn't stop crying. "Mom go potty! Mom go potty."
His siblings offered to go instead, but, no, it had to be Mom.
I took my screaming, thrashing tot into his room to get him ready for bed. I looked at his droopy, teary eyes and said "Oh Max, it looks like you have sleepy eyes."
Max says "NO! I NOT HAVE SLEEPY EYES!!.......................I HAVE WAKE UP EYES!"
I stand corrected.
We also had a big issue with me taking off his shoes and socks. I was finally able to hold him down long enough to get some dry socks on him, but he insisted on wearing his shoes to bed.
He finally calmed down, cuddled with me in the rocking chair and let me rock him for a while. I sang to him, he played with my hair, and then he finally stopped crying. I thought everything was okay until I tucked him in his bed, and........................
He wouldn't give me a hug.
I guess he showed me.
So I showed him. After he fell asleep..................I snuck into his room......................
and
took off his shoes!
I
"What are we going to do?" CJ asked.
I answered "We are going to pull weeds, and plant some flowers."
CJ shook his head, took a step backwards and said "I don't pull weeds."
I then explained to him that he DID indeed pull weeds.
We pulled weeds for quite a while.
And just so you know.............. I. Hate. Weeds.
Weeds are evil!
Evil. Evil weeds.
While we were working , Max decided that he would like to try out his new tricycle. Brielle put a helmet on him and sat him on it. For a while, he had a ton of fun just pushing it around with his feet, but then Brielle showed him how to pedal, and when he finally figured that out, he was speeding all over the driveway, incessantly ringing the bell.
His helmet kept sliding down over his eyes and he couldn't see where he was going.
At first we thought this was the reason that he kept on driving onto the lawn, but after a while, we figured out that he had no clue how to steer. He would just start pedaling as hard as he could, ride straight onto the grass, then cry until someone came and picked up his trike and put it back on the driveway.
Brielle finally took pity on him and taught him how to steer, then he spent the better part of the afternoon riding in a big circle on the driveway.
We worked on those darn flowerbeds forever. Our neighbors across the street have immaculate flowerbeds. So do the neighbors on either side of us. Beautiful, meticulously manicured lawns and flowerbeds.
Oh, did I mention that none of those neighbors have children?
We make sure that our lawn is mowed once a week. And watered.
Really, I think we should get some sort of a prize for that.
We got most of the area weeded, and even planted some hollyhocks. By then, I was tired, and I could tell that I had pulled some muscles that would be getting even with me for the next few days.
The kids were still full of energy so they played on the trampoline until dinnertime.
Soon, it was time for the kids to go to bed. Max didn't have a nap, so he was extra tired.
And he was MAD!
Do you want to hear why he was so mad?
He was mad because I went into the bathroom and didn't let him come in.
Then he was mad because he wanted me to go to the bathroom again so he could flush for me,
and I wouldn't.
I know what you're thinking. I'm such a mean mom because I won't go to the bathroom again to make my kid stop crying, but I was done, empty. (Plus, I wasn't going to give in to his crying)
He threw the biggest tantrum of his life. He wouldn't stop crying. "Mom go potty! Mom go potty."
His siblings offered to go instead, but, no, it had to be Mom.
I took my screaming, thrashing tot into his room to get him ready for bed. I looked at his droopy, teary eyes and said "Oh Max, it looks like you have sleepy eyes."
Max says "NO! I NOT HAVE SLEEPY EYES!!.......................I HAVE WAKE UP EYES!"
I stand corrected.
We also had a big issue with me taking off his shoes and socks. I was finally able to hold him down long enough to get some dry socks on him, but he insisted on wearing his shoes to bed.
He finally calmed down, cuddled with me in the rocking chair and let me rock him for a while. I sang to him, he played with my hair, and then he finally stopped crying. I thought everything was okay until I tucked him in his bed, and........................
He wouldn't give me a hug.
I guess he showed me.
So I showed him. After he fell asleep..................I snuck into his room......................
and
took off his shoes!
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