I just have to laugh when I think about what I'm about to write..well maybe not laugh I think crying would be the better option. ..yep cry. When Mj was less then a year old I ran into an old friend at the BX (grocery store on a military base for my non military followers). She had a son who was about 2 or 3 at the time, and was pregnant with her second. She told me that her son was so well behaved so they decided to try for another. She got pregnant and about half way through her son started falling into the terrible 2s sterotype. Sounds horrible right? Thinking it is the perfect time to have another because your absolutely amazingly well behaved toddler was just awesome so of course you should have another who will be just as awesome... then it happens and that awesome little boy of yours starts turning out to be not so well behaved and becoming, well a toddler boy. I felt bad for her . How horrible that seemed and I was so luck to have such a well behaved little man and decided not to have another.
A year passes and I have this awesome, well behaved almost two year old. How could we not try for another? So We did. And got pregnant and months passed and then 2 months prior to our newest addition joining us, BAM. ..my well behaved son turned into a 2.5 year old boy. A boy who is rough, and tough, and has an attitude, and is always wanting to run and jump and scream and play play play and did I mention not eat his food or listen to us one tiny bit? I bet this happened because I felt sorry for my friend and blessed that I wasn't in my old friends shoes. That's probably exactly it.
So here we are with a rough and tough, not at all well behaved as we thought, almost 3 year old boy and an almost 4 month old total DIVA of a daughter. Sound fantastic right? RIGHT!
This week, no this month has been one for the books. Really it has. Mj, although a fantastic little man and so much fun to watch grow and shape into his own, is too smart for his own good...or my good...or anyone else's. He knows how to push our buttons, to argue and then negotiate better then a Harvard Law Student 2 weeks away from graduation, and to destroy every inch of the house in 5 minutes. My hair is falling out. Oh Wait That's From Having A baby...Or Is it? I have used the words "go to time out", "Santa is taking your gifts back", "your not getting a Monster Truck birthday party ", and "I'm throwing your toys away" more times then I can count this past month. I'm threatening my son with things I swore I never would when I became a parent. I now understand why our parents did it...they had to. We never listened. I have bought out the closest store when it comes to wine and chocolate and I look forward to bed time every single day.
I think the point of this post is that when another mom shares her lows with you, think that you are lucky that isn't you. Because most likely it will be in a few months or maybe a year. Now she is probably laughing at me but she should be gearing up for the next big obstacle she will have to overcome, as a mom, next week. It's all a vicious cycle. A very very vicious one.
A year passes and I have this awesome, well behaved almost two year old. How could we not try for another? So We did. And got pregnant and months passed and then 2 months prior to our newest addition joining us, BAM. ..my well behaved son turned into a 2.5 year old boy. A boy who is rough, and tough, and has an attitude, and is always wanting to run and jump and scream and play play play and did I mention not eat his food or listen to us one tiny bit? I bet this happened because I felt sorry for my friend and blessed that I wasn't in my old friends shoes. That's probably exactly it.
So here we are with a rough and tough, not at all well behaved as we thought, almost 3 year old boy and an almost 4 month old total DIVA of a daughter. Sound fantastic right? RIGHT!
This week, no this month has been one for the books. Really it has. Mj, although a fantastic little man and so much fun to watch grow and shape into his own, is too smart for his own good...or my good...or anyone else's. He knows how to push our buttons, to argue and then negotiate better then a Harvard Law Student 2 weeks away from graduation, and to destroy every inch of the house in 5 minutes. My hair is falling out. Oh Wait That's From Having A baby...Or Is it? I have used the words "go to time out", "Santa is taking your gifts back", "your not getting a Monster Truck birthday party ", and "I'm throwing your toys away" more times then I can count this past month. I'm threatening my son with things I swore I never would when I became a parent. I now understand why our parents did it...they had to. We never listened. I have bought out the closest store when it comes to wine and chocolate and I look forward to bed time every single day.
I think the point of this post is that when another mom shares her lows with you, think that you are lucky that isn't you. Because most likely it will be in a few months or maybe a year. Now she is probably laughing at me but she should be gearing up for the next big obstacle she will have to overcome, as a mom, next week. It's all a vicious cycle. A very very vicious one.
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