Oh, the Sufferin' (Give me a Bufferin!).
We are on day three of no W, (only 21 to go) and day four of enduring the North Mexican Campaign. Because Jooj is 2. Which means, apparently that she is Mussolini.
Item one: Demands "Pink on her toes." Which sounds like "Pee-toes." Which sounds like "Pito" which is Venezuelan slang for penis. So I paint her toenails and save up for her trip to Sweden when she is 18. Demands "Banays" (bananas) and "Row-you-roni" (pepperoni) and "Peeps" (peeps.) All day. when shown we have nothing left, she continues to demand. Her displeasure is well-known.
Item two: Demands that we do the dishes. Which translates into her getting knives out of the drawer and running around with them. Demands that we watch Pooh all day, every day. Demands that we march when the marching song comes on. Demands that we cry and fell sad when Piglet feels sad. Demands that we sing "Do as I'm Doing" for hours at a time. Demands to be the leader, making sure that she is going the highest, lowest, fastest, and slowest. Demands that Pooh is still on whiles we are Doing.
Item three: De-cribs. Which means that we no longer take naps. The first time that this happened, it totally took me by surprise, which means that I came downstairs after MY nap to find her typing at the computer and eating my bag of Cadbury dark chocolate. I decided to wait her out, thinking that she would be extra tired and go to bed early.
Item four: Needs no sleep. I am starting to think that maybe she is the kid from Small Wonder. We shall call her Vickie. (Speaking of Vickie, who names their kid "Vickie" anymore? I ask this because a woman was yelling at her daughter, Jooj's age, named Vickie, at the doctor's yesterday.) It is certain that she has the super-human robot strength and the scary laugh.
Item five: Can now operate heavy machinery. Which I learned when I put her to bed, just like Super Nanny tells me, 25 times in a row, and then heard her go to sleep. Except for she waited until I went downstairs to the bathroom, opened her door, and came downstairs. Without a word to me she got the remote control, turned on the TV, operated the DVR, and booted up Piglet. Then did her scary robot laugh.
Item six: Capable of stealth. Which I learned when I put her in her bed for the 26th time and locked the door. She cried and became silent, which I thought meant she went to sleep. So I went about my evening, and readied the house for bed, which means playing Plunder. Three hours later, I decided to get some sleep and went to turn off her light. I peeked in, careful not to disturb the sleeping beauty, only to find that she was playing dress-up. Silently. For three hours. Because she needs no sleep. I just shut the door and figured she would sleep when she had broken me.
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Jen.... I am crying inside...
Have I ever told you about the time that Lulu didn't sleep for one year? Seriously. She would be put to bed at 7:00 (we finally had a child proof handle on the inside door knob). At midnight I would STILL be trying to get her down. What eventually happened (and by eventually I mean after the third night..) we just let her do what she was going to do as long as she was quiet. We didn't have overhead lighting, but had to unscrew the light bulbs from all her lamps b/c she figured out how to turn on AND replug the cords... she would play in the dark for HOURS... in the morning I would find books, toys, crayons, etc. It was bizare. Now she sleeps but it really was about a year. Also, when she was awake she didn't sleep in later, just got crankier...
Now, I hear Jacob wake up at 4:00 am on the dot... and he talks in his bed, kicks the door, etc until about 7:00 am.
We are raising vampires...
Stinks that W is gone.... that is about 17 days too long...
also, the 40 minute tantrum this morning for "cookie, cookie, cookie, cookie, cookie, cookie, cookie" was enought for me to empathize with you.... at least he hasn't discovered Peeps yet. I can't imagine what he would do with the colored sugar...
"PEANUT BUTTER TREAT"
(reese's mini-pb eggs)
"NO, you've eaten nothing but crap today"
"PEANUT BUTTER TREAT PEANUT BUTTER TREAT PEANUT BUTTER TREAT PEANUT BUTTER TREAT."
"No."
"PEEeeeeaaNNNUUUTTTTT BUUUUTTteerrr TRrreeeeeeeaaat"
"No. You can have some croutons."
"Ok."
You're doing the right thing sleep wise. I don't care if he doesn't sleep during his nap and designated sleep time, he gets to be in his room having quiet time anyway. Keep enforcing, eventually you'll win.
When he could reach the light to turn it on after lights out we had a fun week. Everytime I went into his room because his light was on, he lost one of his toys--the good ones. The anguish was so intense, it only took a week before he stopped.
p.s. you're a hot single mom.
I cannot wait to hear her scary robot laugh. Come soon!
Every night before she goes to bed kalea says "snack?" and I'm at the point where I just say...ok go sleep. There is no snack waiting for her in the morning. Just cereal and yogurt. ;-) I have a friend that installed the lock on the outside of the door...we just have her gated on the inside... sometimes she can wiggle it free...but then we tighten it. ;-)
oh the fun you are having... ;-)
Here is my reward for enforcing: El Guille came up to me at 7:30 last night and ASKED TO GO TO BED.
Awesome.
Azcar, you are the queen of self control. I had that w/ the first but the second one broke me... that is why I must do behavior bootcamp.
P.S. I think crutons would be a GREAT treat, I would take that over peanut butter any day....
Vickie from _Small Wonder_...u funny. And you remind me how old I am to have understood that reference.
Vicki is one of J's crazy stepsisters.
p.s. self-control or selfish?
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