My little Derek really is my little sweetie. I am so thankful to have him in our family. He usually is the one always making us laugh. He really is very sweet and fun to have around...and I usually don't have to try too hard to be patient with him. He is so fun and I love being his mom...most of the time. Yesterday, however, he was being a real turkey. We have had a busy schedule the last couple of weeks, and he has been getting to bed late, and he never takes naps anymore. He was pretty tired. So he threw a fit when we got to the gym. A full blown temper-tantrum that I have not seen since he was 2. As he lay face down screaming in the parking lot, I told him he could go to the nursery, or we could go home and go for a walk in the stroller. He agreed to go in the stroller at home, until we got home. As I was searching the house for gloves, hats and mittens, he proceeded to throw a second tantrum...which I was not too surprised by, because he hates the stroller, and never wants to go. By this time, I was getting really irritated, realizing that I most likely was not going to be able to get a work out in once again. So, I lost it...which I hardley ever do with him. (It is usually Jeff and Clint who are the recipients of my frustrations.) I ripped off his shoes, picked him up and dropped him into his bed. I said in a very loud voice..."You are going to stay in your bed until I tell you to get out!!!!!" He was a little shocked, and surprised...and through his tears as I left the room he said over and over agian "your a mean mommy...your a mean mommy". I think my response was something like, "yeah, thats right". I went to my room fuming. Trying to decide if I should drag my hand weights out, or just do a couple of rounds of DDR, when I hear, through his sobs, "I'm a 'Dood' Boy, I'm a 'Dood' Boy. I wove you mommy. I wove you mommy....i'm a 'Dood' Boy."
Well, what was I suppose to do? I went into his room of course. He was sitting up in bed, and said again, through sobs "I wa wa woove ooo mom mieeee". I hugged him and said he was a very good boy, and I loved him too more than anything. But he was tired and needed a rest. He agreed. And layed back down. I patted his back for a few miniutes until he was asleep. And I did get in 1 whole hour of DDR. He woke up after 2 hours, much happier. I really need to try harder to get him to bed on time. Because he really is a very Good Boy.
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LIttle boys are so alike! Kooy's been off the binky for about a week now...and consequently he doesn't take naps. I hoping this is a temporary adjustment period. Anyway, I've never seen him face down on the floor screaming and crying as often as this week. I can sympathize...good luck Rachel!
I had an experience like that with Carter a long time ago when he took poop from Mason's diaper and played in it all over their play room. I'm talking in Mason's hair (he was pretending to wash it) and they drove cars through it, put their Legos in it...it was a nightmare. And to top it all off, I was like 8 months pregnant. When I found them I just lost it. I put Mason in his crib and Carter in his room and slammed the door and just sat on the floor and cried. I heard Carter softly say through the door, "I love you, Mom". Of course I shouted back, "NO YOU DON'T!!!" I still feel bad about it to this day, but ya know, my patience will only go so far when it comes to poop.
You really are a good mommy but I know it's easy to get a little heated with those kids. It makes me feel better to know that I'm not the only one who has a child that throws full blown tantrums in public. Those terrible 2's really are terrible. but Derek is good a boy and you are a great mom. I guess even though he is 3 there are still going to be those kind of days.
Hey, a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do. I remember my pediatrician telling me (even before I had kids) that there would be those days...and to just put them in their crib where they would be safe (from moms wanting to kill them) and let them cry it out. But good for you...kids still need to learn what the boundaries are..and tantrums aren't good! (But to hear him later so repentant just melts your heart !!!)
And Jill...I am thanking heaven that I never had to go through a "poop episode" !!!!
Your Christmas card was so cute!!! I love that picure- you all look so happy- I remember that from summer on your blog.
I think there is a reason little kids are so cute...so we dont stay mad forever.
You are such great mom, and he is such a sweet boy, just like his older brother. I love my little pictures he made me, atomicatomicman. So cute!!!
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