Yeah, I know, most are. But he absolutely lost his mind this afternoon! No nap, I say. Well, he has done that before. Late night, I say. Yeah, probably that also. A one-two punch. He actually dozed off in the shopping cart at the grocery store. A fifteen minute nap down in that little plastic car screwed to the front of my basket. And that's it.
So, I laid him down again this afternoon. Nothin'. Tried again when Andy got home. He became hysterical (Gabe, not Andy). When I got him up, he wouldn't be held, he wouldn't be put down, he actually started rolling across the floor while squalling and shooting us dirty looks. Huh? Who are you? Did I change your name to Damien? Where's the nanny!? Oh, yeah. No nanny. See? "The Omen" wasn't all bad. At least they had a nanny for the son of the devil. Alright, so I tried to feed him, pick him up, take him outside, give him a sippy cup, whatever the general go-to responses are for parents. Nope nope and nope. He was just flopping all over screaming unidentifiable words at us with "NO!" tossed in with abandon. I can't deal with that. When he whipped his plate of strawberries off the dinner table - and into his sister - I had Andy lay him down. I have a very strict policy that states if you are gonna be ugly, go be ugly by yourself. (I wish my kids would let me apply this to myself, but they don't let me alone long enough.)
So, I don't remember why we got him up, but we did. Oh, yeah - Andy brought him down to apologize to me. He looked properly ashamed and embarrassed, so I held him on my lap while Andy filled a sippy cup. I didn't have the willpower to keep Gabe out of the bathroom while the girls were bathing, so he got in the tub with them. Now is a good time to point out that Andy does the child-bathing, so it was very kind of him not to throw a fit about a demon in the tub.
So that gets us to where we are now: butt nekked baby. He refuses clothing and diaper. Trust me, I know who the grown-ups are and how to make it happen, but I am measuring the cost. Does it really matter if a two-year-old boy is naked for a couple of hours? He was considerate enough to pee on the tile. He is acting much less possessed. But wave a diaper in his direction and the veins in his neck pop up. So, I choose naked puddle maker.
(I can hear Andy in the other room right now reasoning with Gabe. "You need a diaper to sit on the couch, baby." "Uh uh!" says the baby. Technically, the baby is right. It is possible within the confines of the physical laws of this planet to sit on a couch without a diaper on. Too smart for his britches, I say. Um, no pun intended.)
15 comments:
Bahahahaha that is the funniest thing I have ever heard. I absolutely hate when little kids cry and they don't want to be held or put down and you can't figure out what to do!
Jen used to run around naked all the time when she was little. Tile definitely makes it easier to clean up the messes!
Ha ha ha....Now I'm definitely not having babies!!!
Totally joking- I'll have some babies just for the blogging material. Little nekked demon babies-so cute!
He's not a baby.
You are so right girl, you have got to choose your battles, especially after along hard demon baby day. If him running around naked for a couple hours keeps peace in the home than so be it.
What a day! Thanks for the laugh. I hope y'all are in bed sleeping right now (where I should be). Good luck with tommorrow.
When Grant gets like that it means he has an ear infection. He doesn't run fevers or stop playing or act sick... he screams and becomes unreasonable -- and won't lay down (probably because of searing pain). Try explaining THAT when you call for a doctor's appointment. "No fever, no, no runny nose, he's just acting bad and needs medicine."
My Sophie is a wee demon too - all she seems to do these days is scream, hit, pull hair, and roll around the floor?????? I dread to think how she's going to react when we move her half way across the world, she'll lose it completely. At least she's impressed us with her potty training, so we haven't given up on her yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so wyatt did that today. well not peeing on the floor. but screaming and crying and pushing. it ended with a big bear hug for about 20 minutes. followed by a 10 minute nap. and then he was all better. I wish my kids napped!
Andrew was a baby for 4 years, so Gabe is so a baby. Someone needs to tell Liz that Harris isn't a baby. He's almost 8, and we don't do infant baptisms.
I'm just providing the you with the same service you felt I needed which is reminders that your child is not a baby.
take out that first "the"
Service or no, he's a baby. Until he drops the sippy cup. Which I will continue to give him when he is fifteen.
Hey my mom still refers to me as the baby and I'm 31.
3 DAYS WITH NO NEW POSTS? This is unacceptable.
I am having these same days lately and I hear you. I am going to be at my moms this weekend so if you are free on Sat maybe we can see how much drama the two two year olds can cause
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