My two and half year old has become a monster overnight. I love him to pieces but he is really testing Mommy’s patience this week. One minute he can be his lovely, normal, sweet self and the next he is crying over nothing. Reminds me of a book I read, “Reasons My Kid Is Crying”. Only in my case there are no reasons just thin air. This morning he walked in, said, “Good morning, Missy Moo, Good morning Mommy” happy as can be. Then without warning he was wailing in dramatic tears on the floor. Surely it was just a good morning, wasn’t it?
So I was relieved that it was Phrase Day Friday where I could sit here and reflect back on the funny things he has been saying instead of all the frustrating things he has been doing. Let’s hope he gets back to his comic self or Phrase Day Friday might be blank next week. Eeek.
Buba has long been skittish and afraid of everything so this week I forewarned him that the window cleaner would be coming up to the window where he was currently playing. To my astonishment and the window cleaners, he didn’t run off like he normally does and hide. Instead he started shouting. “get off my house!” shaking his finger at him. “that’s my house.” he continued. I attempted to explain he was helping Mommy. After watching for a few more minutes, he decided, “we like window queaner?” I said, “yes we do hunny.” Then he continued to watch until the window cleaner was done and started walking around back. “Come back window queaner, clean my house!” I then had to explain that the window cleaner was done with the front window and was going around back. For the next fifteen minutes he ran from each room, pointing at the window cleaner through the windows and shouting, “clean here, and here, and here, and here” pointing to various places on the window that he could reach. Talk about embarrassing. I am glad our window cleaner has a sense of humor. I could look at the bright side, he is no longer afraid of the window cleaner.
Buba’s love for his sister is forever increasing which has been amazing to watch them grow and learn together. Missy Moo equally idiolizes her brother too. I am so lucky that they are inseparable but there comes moments like these that it would be nice if they backed off each other a bit.
While feeding Missy Moo the other day:
Buba: “Give her to me, Mommy.” trying to tug Missy Moo out of my arms.
Me: “Let Mommy feed her first, please.”
Buba: “I want her now, Mommy.”
Me: “Please just wait.”
Buba: “No…I want her, she is mine.”
Meanwhile Missy Moo is attempting to sit up and roll over in my arms, all to see what her brother is doing, as I battle to feed her. Could they just leave each other alone for one minute? lol
Buba: “Mommy, put her down.” he continued.
Me: “How about you play with your cars while you wait.” I begged.
Buba: “here you go, Missy Moo.” proceeded to bring his sister all twenty of his miniature cars and pile them on her belly while I attempt to finish feeding her.
Next time I will have to be more specific and ask him to play with his cars elsewhere while he waits.
* Every feed is like this; a battle to separate them for just a moment.