Put a blanket on her head and ran fulltilt into a wall
Because he wanted Nana. So he FaceTimed Nana and all was well.
Because I want me hat off.
Then Mom TOOK my hat off.
And then my hat was off.
It was all really traumatizing.
Because we walked into the bedroom and she’s starting to realize that’s where naps happen.
Sometimes she forgets that this is where naps happen so the crying starts a little later:
“Ooooo I love reading this book*”
“Oh, I love being on this bed**”
“ACK!!! YOU ARE ZIPPING UP A SLEEP SACK AND THAT MEANS A NAP AND I DEFINITLY DID NOT CONSENT TO A NAP!!!”
*We read the same short book before every nap
**Literally the only time she’s on the bed is when we lay her down to get the sleep sack ready and then put it on her
I love this thread so much
Today she is crying because I won’t let her murder the dog. (She figured out how to put a muslin blanket over the dogs head and twist it around her neck to be able to move the dog around. Very mafia-murder-time vibes. The dog is sweet and just tries to back up, but that just makes the toddler laugh harder)
Eta and it started out very innocently, she was just playing peekaboo with the dog. I didn’t just stand by while she was attacked lol.
Mum was supposed to have put my spoon in my breakfast when she made it last night so I could get them out of the fridge together. Then she told me to close my eyes tight while she fixed that problem but I didn’t want her to say “close your eyes tight”. She tried to move on but I wanted her to put the spoon back in the drawer and start again, we need to start again. This time I wanted to get the spoon out myself but somehow she didn’t know that? We worked that out with lots of crying and then it was time to take the bowl to the table. I didn’t want mum to carry it, or maybe I did want her to carry it but not while the spoon was in it, I can’t really remember anymore, one thing I am sure about is that I wanted to go first and mum to follow but only a tiny bit behind me so it’s like we are almost walking together. I didn’t explain this because I figured she would just know but she didn’t just know? Why doesn’t mum just know how I want things to happen?? Waaaaaa
The kids can take something innocent to dangerous very quickly, for sure.
I can’t scoot my bike the way I want, ESPECIALLY not when I’m holding my bunny. But I NEED to hold my bunny. And I NEED to keep trying on my bike, even though I keep asking to get off. Then I’m mad mom took me off.
Last night:
I don’t want the light on, I don’t like the dark, I want my snack, but I’m not going to sit up for it just yet, sing me a song, no wait for me to sing it for you first, I’ll have my snack after, zzzzzzzzzz😴
He did not make it awake through my song and the bedtime snack is in the fridge, ready for today’s morning tea.
Ha, that reminds me of a recent meltdown at bedtime because he wanted me to sing a song. It took five minutes of him explaining what the song was (from a movie we had watched that night, which I had seen all of once) and then he did not want to accept that mommy is not Youtube to be able to do songs on demand and no I’m not getting my phone either to play youtube for you because I had been thirty seconds away from being done with bedtime and now we’ve spent minutes and minutes arguing about this and just go the f to sleep child. I think Mr. Meer had to intervene and I ended up doing Monster Truck from Blippi, which can only with the utmost charity be considered a “song”. But at least it’s one I know.
Because I tried to grab the google home off the back of the shelf, which meant I hit my head. And then I tried to get it again, and hit my head AGAIN. Injustice.
Mama won’t let me play with the cords. So I must flail my body to show how angry I am. Oh no, I forgot I don’t like sudden movements.
We have the cord battle constantly. Why are they so appealing
I am strongly reminded of this iconic piece of writing: https://www.huffpost.com/entry/10-month-olds-letter-to-santa_b_4427512
I have no idea why power cords are so appealing, but they are the number one cause of tantrums in this house, hands down.
Mommy cannot make garbage trucks appear on demand.
Ohhhh, we get a lot of this. Also snow plows, or the geese I was supposed to look at.
Because grandma doesn’t seem to remember that naps are important or that she should keep her voice down when I’m trying to sleep in a bright room that’s not my normal routine.*
*We just finished hard-core isolating for 14 days so we could visit my MIL who’s severely immunocompromised one last time before I go back to work and we have to open our bubble for childcare. Pipsqueak took three 20 minute naps throughout the entire day and then screamed in the car for an hour on the drive back before finally passing out.
Because I cannot sleep despite the fact that it is 3:30am and so I require company.
Dad, over the monitor, after 2 stories: “Do you want to go to sleep pal?”
Son: No.
Godspeed sir.