Archive for March, 2011

Rituals and rules…

March 30, 2011

It has to be hard to be two. You barely speak the language; everyone is more than twice your size. Your emotions are big and everything is new and exciting. Once you finally figure out how something is or is supposed to be, the universe switches it up on you. Kaela copes with this by creating rituals. By allowing her to participate in these rituals and humoring her in her attempts to keep some things the same, we may be making the problem worse, but who knows? There is no handbook especially designed for each child that they hand out at the hospital. Some of them are really annoying and some of them very cute… much like her personality in general.

Every day when I pick Kaela up from school, there are certain things she has to point out. There is the fake cow that she will show me, the mailboxes on the street and the puddle in the parking lot. Even when the puddle is dried up, she will talk about it as if it is still there. I go along with it. She will say, “See that puddle, Mommy?” and I say, “Yes, I do see the puddle.” Then she will say, “We don’t swim in puddles. They are YUCK!” and then she will laugh and tell me that she is funny. Near our house, she will point out a fallen tree and say, “What happened that tree, Mommy?” And I will say, “What do you think happened to that tree?” And she will say, “It felled down”. I will correct her grammar each time, but she never changes the way she says it. At night, there are a completely new set of rituals, probably too many to count. I know when my parents babysit her, they must think we are crazy. I’m sure she is fine without all that stuff, but I think it helps her relax and makes bedtime less stressful for us all. The problem comes in when we can’t do one of her rituals, for some reason. Like if we have run out of milk or if her “favorite” pajamas are not clean. Then there is crying and yelling and sad little girl eyes that I hate to see right before bedtime.

One of my most favorite rituals happens right after I take her out of the bath. I pick her up and wrap her up tight in a big towel. She stands in front of me while I sit on the floor drying her off. She kisses my nose and tells me “I love Yoooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu” in this very loud high-pitched voice and we both laugh. She will do this about 3 or 4 times and I love it. No matter how long and difficult my day was, I know I have that to look forward to. So if she insists on only letting cat in the hat sleep on her right side and eating goldfish in the red bowl, I guess I will have to deal with it for now.

(my computer is being stubborn and I can’t get the picture to post on here. I will put two on the next post, I promise)


It’s Potty Time!

March 9, 2011

Sunday was a big day for little miss Kaela. We had our first pee pee on the potty. She was so excited. Mostly because I was so excited. And because of the candy. I am not convinced she knew what was happening or why were jumping around like morons, but she kept telling me “I did a good job Mommy!”

It happened about 8:30 in the morning and then we proceeded to put her little butt on that potty every 45 minutes. And… nothing. Every time, she would just sit there and talk about going pee pee. One time, she was in the middle of peeing when we were trying to get her on the potty but that was the closest we got.

Then she said she wanted to wear her “big girl panties” so off came the pull-up and on went the Elmo underwear. She was very proud and excited and peed in both pairs.
She loved the extra attention for the day and we learned a lot.

1. Potty training sucks.
2. Kaela pees a LOT!
3. Just because your kid can talk about going pee pee on the potty, doesn’t mean that she has any idea what she is talking about.
4. You really can’t get anything else done on potty training days, except for cleaning up pee pee.
5. I need a vacation (not related, I just felt like I needed a number 5… and I really do need a vacation!)

Good thing she’s cute

March 1, 2011

The only thing I know more frustrating than a 2 year old is a 2 ½ year old.

Seriously, I would consider strangling her (Homer Simpson style) if she wasn’t so irresistibly cute.

Every day it’s the same arguments. She doesn’t want to get in the bath, and then she doesn’t want to get out of the bath. She doesn’t want to take a nap; she would rather beat herself in the head than take a nap. She doesn’t want to eat, she refuses to eat. She wants me to read 4359 books before bedtime and I will only read four. (Mean Mommy!)

“NO” is her favorite expression and that is her response to most things.

“Kaela, come sit at the table and eat your dinner. “

“Kaela, it’s time to get out of the bath.”

“Kaela, let’s put our shoes on.”

Usually there is also some crazy explanation afterwards of why she does not want to do the thing.

Like “NO shoes. I don’t wear shoes. I wear jackets”.

Or “No bath, I’m clean.”Daddy takes a bath. Daddy is stinky.”

Or “NO, you don’t tell me what to do, I do my stickers”.

She is usually very easy to understand except when she is mad or trying really hard to make an argument to support her stance on something. Then it’s crazy talk time. It’s difficult to be stern and not fall out on the floor laughing at her 2 ½ year old logic.

She told me she couldn’t get dressed for school because she was a superhero and that I was not a superhero. Then she told me “daddy is a black superhero.” She is crazy. I find myself trying to argue with her about how being a superhero doesn’t mean that you don’t have to go to school… and then I realize I am trying to have a rational conversation with an irrational tiny human.

By the end of spending a whole day with her, I am totally mentally exhausted, until she will run up, give me a big kiss, and say “you happy, Mommy? I make you happy?” and I can only respond, “Yes, baby, I am happy.”