We're bickering again. Girl and me.
Everything is a fight.
Every.
Farking.
Thing.
Put your shoes on. No.
Let's get dressed. No.
Eat your lunch. I don't wanna.
Potty Time...Nuh Uh.
Wanna go to the beach? Yes. I'll be good...
Honey don't get wet...(Ass in the water)...
OK, we're leaving...as I drag her kicking and screaming from the beach.
What a scene.
I couldn't wait for bed time tonight.
I spent this whole year trying to get her to open up and be comfortable in her surroundings and her skin. I took her to Mommy & Me, Gym class, parties, playdates. I nurtured her inner spirit and encouraged her to feel safe and happy in her own head.
I sang her songs about making friends and being independent. I taught her how to dress and undress herself. I taught her how to ask friends if she can play too...
In the meantime, as she was gaining confidence...she was turning against me.
She has become her own person.
Damnit.
She has gathered her own ideas and preferences. She has found some likes and dislikes that differ from my own. She has found her tiny niche in this gigantic world and she ain't lettin' me tell her what to do anymore.
I'm screwed.
She's starting to talk back and have at.tit.tude. I think I saw an eye roll in that head of hers today. I see her at 16 while she's still only three.
If only she'd learn that the potty is so much better than the pamper...I may be able to handle miss independence..
Uhm, nah.
Maybe she needs a new tutu...That always made me feel happy!!!
5 Minutes for Mom is hosting a contest...And I don't usually join contests...but looksee...We need a tutu...Tutu's are like cotton candy to curtsy in. I have always loved dancing in them and this company Tutu Fantasy (great name) makes absolutely gorgeous tutu's for dress up play or dance.
They would be perfect for Girl to dance around in while she jetes, pirouhettes and plies all over my livingroom...
The Tutus at this site are beautiful. I mean how cute can you get? They are handcrafted by a mom who I so want to meet...and designed to empower the dancer in all of us!
So go get your little girl a tutu..I know if I don't win the contest, I may purchase this one...
26 comments:
Beautiful. I love tutus....though I have to admit I have never worn one. If I have a girl some day I would have to get one.
SF is testing the waters. I have heard that the terrible 2's should really be called the terrible 3's because children seem to be more stobren at that age. Hang in there.
Wow lovely dancing dress...she will love them....wow she is growing but seems like more faster....lol
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She and The Mayor BOTH, my friend.
(I have no hair left. Have pulled it all out.)
Maybe you could purchase/win a tutu, but make it clear that a tutu cannot be worn with a diaper? The only way she wears it is if she is wearing big girl panties.
Maybe that would give her the nudge?
Everything will be fine. She is just testing her "boundaries" of independence.
But, you might be right. A tutu might be the answer.
I am not really a TuTu girl but darn it those are adorable! If that does not make it all better ... well nothing could!
I heard the same thing about the terrible twos really all being about the threes ... my kid is definitely challenging that theory and my patience :D
good advice, but being as I live in a house of boys, I think they may draw and quarter me if I got tu tu's for them.
Don't you have any duct tape Janet???
Probably a little too little, for anyone around here.
Cheers
I think it's just the way. I have become Momma-non-grata with my son lately. Stupid independence!
I'm with you there in spirit, Janet!My son and Stink would get along well. He's 4 and its "I don't wanna, I'm not gonna, and I don't hafta"
There are times where I want to run for the hills...
Do you think a tutu will work for him?
I'm fighting with the Doodlebug, too. He's just soooo difficult these past few weeks!!
Damn independence!
Great for when they're on their own (in COLLEGE!), sucks when they can't wipe their own butts!
Girl, I FEEL THIS POST. Life with Julia lately has become rather...difficult. She's reached a new level of attitude that I didn't think was possible. It's frustrating, to say the least.
You're not alone...and I'm glad I'm not, either. ;)
She and The Hurricane need to hang out. I think it is called BEING 3!!!
ACK!!!
Kids.... they cause me to binge eat!
Oh yes. Can we all lock our toddlers up in a room together so they can drive each other nuts and know what it feels like to us?
Dressed smessed. The Spare has been nekkid all day. Getting dressed is way over-rated.
What about me?
Don't I get one?
OMG that tutu is wonderful!!! Do they make them in grown up sizes? And will it cover my big giant butt????
I love Scifi Dad's idea!
Sometimes I wonder how I'll make it through the teens when the three's make me want to run away from home!!
Oh yeah, my first three turned on me and now it's happening with my baby. Damn it! Those tutus rock!
i'm feeling you. My once lovable, sweet and cuddly 3 yo son (thing two) has suddenly become attila the hun. Crying, fighting, hitting and driving the rest of us nuts. It really is just another stage though - thing one is about to hit five and suddenly he's respectful and helpful.
So throw a tutu on her - at least she'll be cuter than ever while driving you insane.
Oh boy, totally not looking forward to this. When did the teenage years being starting at 3?
I'm ready to hand over my tutu to you.
Heh, I am now in the teenagers-eyerolling-they-know-EVERYTHING stages. Still finding themselves and testing boundaries, but it's a whole different ballgame now.
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