so deirann is two....VERY two.
we recently have been reminded of her age thanks to a couple of incidents and full-fledged conniptions. it amazes me that something so little can get so ticked at such insignificant things....and despite what my hubby says....i AM talking deirann...not me. case in point, this week my darling child lost it on me for helping put the "pea size" dollop of toothpaste on her toothbrush...and when i mean lost it....i truly mean it. she flipped. after a very dramatic "woe is me" head flop on to the counter top...she proceeded to cross her chubby little arms in front of her (they can barely wrap around her tummy) turn away from me and deliver "hmp...i mad". now, being a regular on the playing field of parenting with a few years of experience under my belt, i knew not to react to the behavior but rather determine what the real issue could be.
"wow you are angry aren't you deirann?"
silence.
"i can tell you are not happy."
silence. followed with the nastiest cutting eyes i have received in a long time.
"are you angry because i put the toothpaste on your toothbrush?"
"mmm hmm" her arms tightened a little more.
"would you like to put the toothpaste on yourself?"
BIG smile and up she goes to the sink to start the process of repasting the brush.
ok...so she wants some independence and control...i can swing that, no problem...after all, being a montessori teacher isn't that what we promote and ultimately want in our children?
so after some brushing and cuddles we head downstairs to begin the next part of the day.
and luckily it was a school day so i didn't have to spend the whole day with my little darling...wow..did i just write that?
anyhow the rest of the day went off without incident and at 4:15 i collected deirann and devin and began the journey home. we started off well until i decided to change the cd we were listening to in the car.
"no mama."
"pardon deirann?"
"no mama, i no like that song."
"well i do deirann and i would like to listen to it."
"nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."
and silence.
hmmm...maybe she is realizing she can't get her way all the time.
"THUMP!"
what just hit me in the head? i looked in the passenger seat beside me and there lies a pink little shoe...belonging to deirann. the stinker had thrown her shoe at me!!!
i saw red. i saw fire engine red.
i pulled over, stopped the car and got out. i then went to the back of the car and threw a HUGE hissy fit with language that would make a sailor blush. my kid just threw her shoe at me because we didn't agree on a musical selection. are you kidding? what did i do to deserve this???
once composed, i got back in the car and without saying a word, drove the car home....listening to my music (as you can clearly see, i have not matured as of late). we exited the car, entered the house and i deposited little miss deirann in her room for her to have some "time to think things over" aka mum's "get outta my hair or i am going to kill you" time.
a little while later (6 -oz- of -pinot -grigio -consumed-time to be exact) she padded into the kitchen and said, "i'm sorry mama. me not throw shoes at you, its not nice."
"ah thanks deirann, i accept your apology. just remember you can't get what you want all the time."
we enjoyed some cuddles and read a few books before getting ready for bed. both girls had a ball in the bubble bath and were up on their stools getting ready to brush their teeth. i set both girls up to put their own toothpaste on the brushes and went to turn down their beds....
then i heard the scream...
"MAMA!!!!!! "
i ran in expecting to find a severed limb on the floor or at least a goose egg forming on someone's head but no...i found deirann....
"you no put toothpaste on my toothbrush. hmp...i mad" and she proceeded to throw her toothbrush at me and cross her chubby little arms across her chest.
seriously...i can't win. nope. i can't.
i do know it is a phase but when you are in the thick of it, it is very hard to see the forest for the trees. so i am being consistent with boundaries and punishments ...and making footwear optional in my car.
we recently have been reminded of her age thanks to a couple of incidents and full-fledged conniptions. it amazes me that something so little can get so ticked at such insignificant things....and despite what my hubby says....i AM talking deirann...not me. case in point, this week my darling child lost it on me for helping put the "pea size" dollop of toothpaste on her toothbrush...and when i mean lost it....i truly mean it. she flipped. after a very dramatic "woe is me" head flop on to the counter top...she proceeded to cross her chubby little arms in front of her (they can barely wrap around her tummy) turn away from me and deliver "hmp...i mad". now, being a regular on the playing field of parenting with a few years of experience under my belt, i knew not to react to the behavior but rather determine what the real issue could be.
"wow you are angry aren't you deirann?"
silence.
"i can tell you are not happy."
silence. followed with the nastiest cutting eyes i have received in a long time.
"are you angry because i put the toothpaste on your toothbrush?"
"mmm hmm" her arms tightened a little more.
"would you like to put the toothpaste on yourself?"
BIG smile and up she goes to the sink to start the process of repasting the brush.
ok...so she wants some independence and control...i can swing that, no problem...after all, being a montessori teacher isn't that what we promote and ultimately want in our children?
so after some brushing and cuddles we head downstairs to begin the next part of the day.
and luckily it was a school day so i didn't have to spend the whole day with my little darling...wow..did i just write that?
anyhow the rest of the day went off without incident and at 4:15 i collected deirann and devin and began the journey home. we started off well until i decided to change the cd we were listening to in the car.
"no mama."
"pardon deirann?"
"no mama, i no like that song."
"well i do deirann and i would like to listen to it."
"nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."
and silence.
hmmm...maybe she is realizing she can't get her way all the time.
"THUMP!"
what just hit me in the head? i looked in the passenger seat beside me and there lies a pink little shoe...belonging to deirann. the stinker had thrown her shoe at me!!!
i saw red. i saw fire engine red.
i pulled over, stopped the car and got out. i then went to the back of the car and threw a HUGE hissy fit with language that would make a sailor blush. my kid just threw her shoe at me because we didn't agree on a musical selection. are you kidding? what did i do to deserve this???
once composed, i got back in the car and without saying a word, drove the car home....listening to my music (as you can clearly see, i have not matured as of late). we exited the car, entered the house and i deposited little miss deirann in her room for her to have some "time to think things over" aka mum's "get outta my hair or i am going to kill you" time.
a little while later (6 -oz- of -pinot -grigio -consumed-time to be exact) she padded into the kitchen and said, "i'm sorry mama. me not throw shoes at you, its not nice."
"ah thanks deirann, i accept your apology. just remember you can't get what you want all the time."
we enjoyed some cuddles and read a few books before getting ready for bed. both girls had a ball in the bubble bath and were up on their stools getting ready to brush their teeth. i set both girls up to put their own toothpaste on the brushes and went to turn down their beds....
then i heard the scream...
"MAMA!!!!!! "
i ran in expecting to find a severed limb on the floor or at least a goose egg forming on someone's head but no...i found deirann....
"you no put toothpaste on my toothbrush. hmp...i mad" and she proceeded to throw her toothbrush at me and cross her chubby little arms across her chest.
seriously...i can't win. nope. i can't.
i do know it is a phase but when you are in the thick of it, it is very hard to see the forest for the trees. so i am being consistent with boundaries and punishments ...and making footwear optional in my car.
Deirann and the smoking gun...i mean shoe!
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