Antinomy
I am tired and having trouble concentrating and, quite frankly, jealous of non-bechilded loves who get to go have naps on their Monday work holidays. Not everyone is as blessed as I am in having people to listen to me whine, but really, when said people get to go LIE down and then get to watch a WHOLE DVD, whenever they want, and not just in the dead of night or during a nap (and have to spend the last 15 minutes of it watching while a child chants “no Mooooooovie, no MOOOOOvie mummy” in the background) - it is not fair! Or something.
(Also, said nap movie? Was Cheaper by the Dozen, which you think a young lad might laugh about or something. But apparently Steve Martin is “too scary,” which may be a stunning display of taste but really – it wasn’t like it was Harry Potter or something. And yes, I turned it off. I presume everyone ends up loving each other and their lives madly. Or something.)
Anyways, I am tired because 2.5 has hit. And Noah, at 2.5, sleeps in his own bed (by his choice and fiat). Except, of course, that whenever he wakes up he must yell down the hallway (or into the monitor) until someone (me) appears. And then we have the following “conversation.” You can substitute almost any activity here.
“My want cup milk”
“You want a cup of milk? I’ll get you one” (I get one)
“NO CUP MILK”
“Okay, I’ll put it here.” (pat his back, for 3 seconds)
“My want MILK”
I half turn towards the cup
“NOOOO” shrieking and wailing
(3 second delay)
“Mummy, my NEED milk”
“NOOOOO MILK”
Repeat the last bit. For half an hour.
Then do it two hours later about whether the blanket is on.
Then do it an hour later about whether to leave the little bed and come into the big bed. At which point watch the addendum take place: “I’m going to get your daddy.”
“My daddy!”
“NO DADDY”
Etc.
Ambivalence, control, rebellion… whatever it is, please, o possibly benevolent universe, let us all get through this phase with our dignities intact. I’m thinking that this is a phase, but if it continues, maybe I’ll get Noah checked out for… what, I’m not sure? Grumpityitis?
So far I have tried removing the object of choice (screaming), reflecting the ambivalent feelings (screaming), offering hugs (screaming, or clinging and crying), walking away (hysterical screaming) and um… saying “OH GOD” and going and getting Carl. (Crying, but effective for me.)
Oddly enough, during the day he is mostly his rosy self.
Other than that, though, it was actually a lovely weekend. We went to a buffet place to belatedly celebrate my birthday and it was a smash hit with the under-3 crowd. All the melon you can eat. Playgroup went well and the boys actually sort of played… together, like interacting. They each had a stuffed monster and roared at each other, which was too cute.
And oh yes, I got my hair dyed crazy red. Pics sometime next century when I don’t look 80 from lack of sleep.
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Has potty training entered the picture yet? Or did I miss that part of young noah’s life? Not sure what made me think of that.
No, no potty training yet… well he does sit on the potty now and then, even naked a few times, but no real interest yet. If he hasn’t gone for it by the time it’s warm I’m stripping him down for a month and going from there. :)
I think Jamie and Noah are on the exact same page. We have innane conversations/arguments on a regular basis; he, too, sits on the potty (and really prefers to be nekkid while doing so), but won’t actually DO anything on it; and the morning fights over getting dressed are truly epic.
Oh, and he’s become completely obsessed with the pjs he received from the hospital when he had the tubes put in his ears back in Dec. 2006. The INSTANT we enter the house in the evening, he strikes up the “YELLOW JAMMIES!!!” wail.
2.5 logic. Ain’t it grand? ;-)