Who Ate My Baby?
More proof you are indeed early with the toddlerfreakishness….. Your temper tantrums are no longer just occasional diversions, but they are actually all you do. Constantly. Over and over and over again.
You want to go outside, but you start banging your head on the floor when we put on your shoes. You are hungry but start screaming when we put you into your high chair or come near you with food. You want to play with the ball, but get most upset when the ball comes near you. You scream. You holler. You cry. You bang your head. You get mad. Then you get over it – just to do it all over the next chance you get.
Amusing? Not anymore.
Cute? In a way, I guess it still is.
Annoying? Yes, definitely.
I’ve been telling Papa that you’re behaving like a 2 year old for weeks, probably months, now (yes, sometimes I do know best) and I’m not sure he ever believed me. Now he seems to, though he also blames himself for having spoiled you. Not sure I agree with that, though I know he’s very quick to jump and pick you up at the first sign of you beginning to think about complaining. You were pretty well adjusted to playing on your own while I had breakfast when I was still home with you – sure, you’d have preferred to sit on my lap, but you learned that you couldn’t for those few minutes and were fine with it – now, you proudly sit on Papa’s lap when he has breakfast and freak out completely if he so much as tries to remove you. He’s such a sucker – and you, of course, shamelessly take advantage of him. And why wouldn’t you?
We were just discussing you, a co-worker and I were, and when I described what you’ve been up to lately, she said she doesn’t believe it ‘cause you’re “such a little angel!”. Yeah right! Though in all fairness, she’s only ever seen you a couple of times, back in the days when you were still a sweet baby and we thought temper tantrums were at least another year and a half or two years away.
Anyway, tomorrow we’re going out for brunch with friends and I guess then we’ll concentrate on turning you into a slightly normal person again.
You know, one that is enjoyable and cute and sweet. One that laughs a lot and plays, one that is a little less miserable. One that resembles You.
You want to go outside, but you start banging your head on the floor when we put on your shoes. You are hungry but start screaming when we put you into your high chair or come near you with food. You want to play with the ball, but get most upset when the ball comes near you. You scream. You holler. You cry. You bang your head. You get mad. Then you get over it – just to do it all over the next chance you get.
Amusing? Not anymore.
Cute? In a way, I guess it still is.
Annoying? Yes, definitely.
I’ve been telling Papa that you’re behaving like a 2 year old for weeks, probably months, now (yes, sometimes I do know best) and I’m not sure he ever believed me. Now he seems to, though he also blames himself for having spoiled you. Not sure I agree with that, though I know he’s very quick to jump and pick you up at the first sign of you beginning to think about complaining. You were pretty well adjusted to playing on your own while I had breakfast when I was still home with you – sure, you’d have preferred to sit on my lap, but you learned that you couldn’t for those few minutes and were fine with it – now, you proudly sit on Papa’s lap when he has breakfast and freak out completely if he so much as tries to remove you. He’s such a sucker – and you, of course, shamelessly take advantage of him. And why wouldn’t you?
We were just discussing you, a co-worker and I were, and when I described what you’ve been up to lately, she said she doesn’t believe it ‘cause you’re “such a little angel!”. Yeah right! Though in all fairness, she’s only ever seen you a couple of times, back in the days when you were still a sweet baby and we thought temper tantrums were at least another year and a half or two years away.
Anyway, tomorrow we’re going out for brunch with friends and I guess then we’ll concentrate on turning you into a slightly normal person again.
You know, one that is enjoyable and cute and sweet. One that laughs a lot and plays, one that is a little less miserable. One that resembles You.
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