Waiting for “blankey” to dry

The other day when I did my annual “WASH THE BLANKEY” day Wyatt would not leave the washer/dryer alone.

When I finally did get it into the dryer he threw a fit every time I tried to shut the dryer door.

“NO MOM… ‘S DUN.”

I said “No Wy its not it has to dry.”

“Mom? Mimkeey?” as he holds him up

“Yes Mickey is dry.”(We washed him early that day.)

I then tried to shut the dryer doors again.

“No Mom ‘s dun… EEEE?”

As he pushes the button on the side to turn off the light.

Then Bud the cat had to come and see what was going on…

“EEE?”  Wyatt says as he points to his blankey.

Bud then jumps into the dryer to get a closer look…

which Wyatt thinks is hilarious.

 

On a side note….

I did eventually get to shut the dryer door thanks to Bud. He jumped out of the dryer which then made Wyatt follow and torture him.

Thanks for taking one for the team Bud I owe you some tuna later.

:D

 

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Oh NO

 

Wyatt is now beginning to use the word no. He says no to things he wants, no to things he doesn’t want, no to me, no to dad, no to every question there is.
Ugh I now hate the word no.

I hate that he is now entering into the dreaded trouble twos and I hate that I now have to do timeouts a lot more the normal which he doesn’t seem to care about.

Lately when he gets in trouble “I say you better stop that or you will go into time out. Do you want to go into time out?“

“Yeah.” He says.

“Fine.” I smirk as I put him into time out. Thinking he might regret it. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAOHOHOHAHHAHAH… –do you like my evil little laugh?

When he is in time out he lays on the floor and sings or he hits his head on the wall and he plays with his shoes. He does everything but think about why he is in time out. UGH which that leads me to put him in multiply time outs.

I sometimes get so mad that he seems to enjoy timeouts that I WANT to scream in his face and threaten the worse things that I can just so he’d cry so then I know that he is upset that he is in time out. But I don’t I just continue to reset the timer until he finally sits there and GETS that he is indeed in trouble.

Then there is the dreaded attitude that comes along with the almost trouble twos. The screaming for no reason especially in public places which that then makes me stop what I’m doing and become a “mean mom.” which then of course gets me the stares.

YES PEOPLE I DISCIPLINE MY CHILD IN PUBLIC REGARDLESS!!! SO STOP STARING AND GET OVER IT ALREADY!!

He is also become he’s own little person and he knows how to hurt your feelings.

Example:
Last week I took on some more hours at work so didn’t get to have a lot of my days with him daddy did. when I finally had the day off and we could go do things. (which means running errands that have been put off because daddy doesn’t do them even if I’m working. Great I am now a week behind. sigh.)
When I tried to get Wyatt out of his car seat he proceeded to tell me with a little smirk on his face “Mommy NO!! daddy.” My heart broke a little there. As daddy happily took him out of the car seat I thought in my head you haven’t really seen me for days and you WANT daddy?

He is also now getting out of his bed after I put him to sleep for the night. I’m not really complaining about this because it’s really only 3 times or so that he comes out.

 
He will walk out and peek around the corner and proceed to sit down in the hallway where I “can’t see him.” I feel like he is saying in his head HA HA  I’m awake and you can’t see me which I find to be hilarious because when I go into the hallway to get him the look on his face is priceless.

Its shear fear. Like an oh I am in deep shit now. So I can’t help but laugh in my head as I walk him back into bed.

SIGH… Wish me luck as I enter into the dreaded trouble twos because I have a feeling that I might not survive it.

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NO MORE MISSES NICE MOMMA!

Now I have never wanted to be that mom that lets her children walk all over her. I have always commanded respect in everything I have done in my life and if I haven’t gotten it well, it becomes World war 3.


Lately I have been slipping on giving Time outs because first he cries and then I feel bad. Second Cody has a hard time with me giving them. He will just beg Wyatt the whole time to “just listen please just listen to mamma.” so I feel like I am an awful person.

But no more misses nice momma! I want to be that mom that every kid respects and I know that the only I can achieve that is to discipline and I feel like the earlier you do it the easier it is.

So today after all the craft/music/dancing time I did with Wyatt I expected him to help me clean up. Wyatt did help a little here and there but then when I would ask him to pick up the crayons he ignored me. So I’d ask again and he would come close to doing it but then he would “pretend” that something else was more interesting than to pick up his crayons. I let him do this for a little bit until I was soooo annoyed that I wasn’t going to take it anymore. So I did something drastic. Something so awful that any 1 year old kid would shiver in fear just at the sound of the dreaded word I did a TIMEOUT!

Since I haven’t done one with Wyatt for about a week we had to start at the very beginning. Which means that I felt like it would take him at least 5 or 6 times of being in time out before he would do what I had asked of him.

MY RULES OF TIME OUT

(Always give just ONE warning)

1. Get down to their level.

2. Talk in a deep/stern sounding voice and explain why you are giving them a time out.

3. Put them in a “time out spot” the same one if you can each time.

4. Set a timer 1 min per age.

5. Ignore any cries for attention

6. If they get out of the time out spot PUT THEM BACK there but don’t say anything when you do and start the timer over.

7. When the timer rings tell them again why you put them in timeout and ask for a sorry and a hug. (If they don’t give one start again.)

*And if the reason why you are putting them in time out is to clean up something or do something you asked they must go and do just that right after the time out is done or you will need to put them back in time out.*

I sat Wyatt down on his time out spot and started the timer. He got up just once so I had to start over. He sat for his full min but when we came back to the living room for him pick up his crayons he couldn’t do it because he was crying so hard and just wouldn’t calm down. And when he cries like this I mean he is full on so dramatic that he has his hand over his face wailing with tears bouncing off his checks.

Now this is the type of cry he does to get away with anything. (Just ask grandpa Corbridge Wyatt gets him each time.) But I don’t fall for it. I say “Wyatt if you don’t stop crying and pick up these crayons you will be in time out again.” (His one warning.) He doesn’t stop so I pick him up and put him back in time out. He doesn’t get up this time and when the timer rings he actually stops crying and I ask for a sorry and a hug (he just hugs because he can’t say sorry yet.) and I tell him to go and pick up his crayons and put them away.

And to my amazement (cause I thought this would go on for at least an hour.) he does. I wanted to cry because I was so happy and proud of him. It just makes me think of how much of a big boy he is becoming. Pretty soon he will be a teenager and god; I don’t know what I will do then.Tweet

Tantrum Tuesday

Wyatt has grown up so much over the last month that I feel like my baby is becoming a little boy. And I miss those days when he would cuddle on my chest and needed my attention every second. He was such a momma’s boy that he had to be in every place that I was and if he wasn’t he would scream in fear that I was leaving him.

Now don’t get me wrong I got soooo annoyed of this. I would wish that he would be more independent. And I hated not having enough time for myself. It was so bad that I couldn’t shave my legs when I was in the shower. I had to have to door open into the bathroom and the shower door part open so he could see me this would give me at least 5 mins to get in and get out. I swear for almost a year I didn’t get a nice hot shower.

I would get so jealous of my friends who had kids and whose husband would watch the little one so they could shower. If I even asked Cody he would say to me “well how long are you going to be?” And I would think to myself seriously you are in the bathroom shitting for I swear 2 hours every day while I am out here dealing with Wyatt and you have the gull to ask me HOW LONG I AM GOING TO BE? GOD, I haven’t had a shower for 2 days my hair so greasy that I can use the grease to fry you up some food! PLEASE JUST LET ME SHOWER!

Now this last month Wyatt has grown to be the independent kid that I want and asked for, for so long but now I miss those special moments that we had with each other. I loved being in his room at night rocking him to sleep smelling him after a bath

dancing and singing the ABCs to him while he looked at me like I was an idiot while he was eating. And oh those times when he would throw food everywhere because he was learning to eat with utensils.

    

When I Remember back to when he learned to roll over sit up saying mama for the first time and when he took his first steps it melts my heart and I cry a little. How can this time go by so fast?

We go places now and he will throw tantrums and scream because he wants what he wants! (Just like his mama!) And I have to put him in timeouts just like I had to yesterday.

Yesterday I swear it was Tantrum Tuesday. He was so bad that I couldn’t even think straight.

In the morning he woke up just fine and we did are normal routine where I put on Mickey and fall asleep on the couch to get the rest of my sleep I need while he watches one episode then I cook breakfast he eats I change him and then we play until lunch.

Well he didn’t want to any of that and I am tired from being up so late the night before so I couldn’t take the whines and attitude that he has now. He wanted to get in the fridge and get his Sippy so I’d open the fridge and he would get mad and whine at me. WHAT? I say to him and he looks at me with that little smirk that he has and walks away and whines for me to put him on the counter (cause I do this when I cook and clean the kitchen.) and I say “you don’t need to be up there.” Oh did he let me know that he did need to be up there with a very loud scream! We keep doing this until breakfast time. Later I have to force him to take a nap and when he woke up from that he wouldn’t eat the lunch I made him.

And that’s the one thing I hate the most because I already have to make two different meals because Cody is the pickiest eater I have ever met. And I hate it! Hate it soooo bad!

Cody eats these things and these things only

Plain hamburgers no condiments nothing
Fries
Tacos but with no seasoning on the meat, seriously none and it has to be in a taco shell
Big cheeses (which are torteias with cheese melted on them.)
Pb&js
Mac & cheese but not from a box it’s just plain noodles with shredded cheese melted on it. (GROSS)
Frozen pizza
Hotdogs
lemon pepper chicken
Cornbread
Soft pretzels
Scones
Hot pockets

That’s about it I think.

So I will ask Cody (mind you I just can’t make whatever I want for dinner for him because he won’t eat anything!) what he wants for dinner and this is how the conversation goes…
                                                  

Me: Cody what do you want to eat?

 Cody: I don’t know what do we have?

Me: (I go through the same list I just wrote about.)

Cody: well what do you want?

Me: whatever I will eat anything.

Cody: I don’t know.

Me: well you need to tell me because Wy and I need to eat.

Cody: just make what you guys want.

Me: well then you won’t eat so just tell me what you want so I can make it.

Cody: I just don’t know. we don’t have anything.

Me: well if I don’t make you something now you won’t eat.

 Cody: *just stares at me.

 Me: FINE DON’T EAT AGAIN WHATEVER!

2 hours go by….

Cody: I’m hungry  

Me: * no really? Duh its way passed dinner time! –thinking this.

Me: What do you want?

 Cody: I don’t know.

 Me: UGHH *pulling my hair out.

Can you see why I hate when Wyatt doesn’t eat what I make I get so pissed off. I just want to be the housewife that tells you what you are having for dinner. But if I do this Cody won’t eat for days. Seriously I have tried this.

So Wyatt doesn’t eat the lunch I make so I have to make sandwiches which then I make him stay in his highchair until he eats. Which he gives in THANK GOD! Then we get ready to go to the Classic Fun Center with my sister and her daughter.
Before we go there we have to stop at Wal-Mart and again Wyatt throws a tantrum because he wants me to hold him and I won’t.
 Because he has legs so why can he walk?

 So of course he screams which I ignore. Then we walk over by boxes which he wants to play with. And the only reason why he wants to is because Neriah my sister’s kid climbs in and out of them while my sister doesn’t do anything to stop her. (My pet peeve.)

So when I tell Wyatt NOof course he’s mad. He throws this huge tantrum that I had to put him in time out in the middle of Wal-Mart while everyone is looking at me and asking themselves why I’m letting my 1 year ball his eyes out and I’m not picking him up?
 BECAUSE PEOPLE I WILL NOT HAVE A KID WHO IS NOT DISAPLINED!

 He does finally calm down and sit his full minute and we continued on to the Classic fun center which we had a blast we bounced on the jungle Jim rode on carousels played skeet ball and ate pizza. It was a lot of fun and I will do it again even though my sister did whine about her boyfriend the entry time.

That night while I was putting Wyatt to sleep he needed to have me hold his hand through the crib bars so he could fall asleep. All though he is becoming more independent we still have these moments where he lets me know that I am still very important to him which I will always cherish.

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