My daughter is in full terrible-two mode. This past weekend is the perfect example. First, a little background. In a never ending struggle to completely potty train MM, I have been putting her in big girl panties. She is all for them until she must interupt her play time to go to the potty, then she is all about putting back on pull-ups. At daycare, she has not had an accident for months; she is dry the whole time. However, at home, she wants the diaper. Things took a turn for the worst this weekend.
On Saturday, MM had an overnight dry pull up. She pee-peed in her potty, got a sticker, and some M&Ms after breakfast (hey, I'm desperate!). I put on her big girl panties, made a big deal out of how special they were and how she was such a big girl! We went pee-pee in the potty again, got a sticker, and some more M&Ms. Things were going well until after dinner. I was in the kitchen washing dishes, MM was watching Nick, Jr. and BJ was in his swing. Suddenly, BJ starts screaming in agony. I rushed over and noticed MM hiding. I asked her what she did and she replied, "I spanked him." "Why?" "Because I did." Ok, I do not spank as a rule unless it is something truly amazing and then it is a swat on the butt so she knows that I am very serious about her never doing again (ie, throwing toys at her brother's head, stepping on her brother when he is on the floor doing tummy time...). I did not spank her, I told her to go to the time out chair which happens to be the same chair she poured liquid Zantac all over. Sooo, while I am dealing with a screaming 3 month old, MM goes to the time out chair, squats, pees and poops! That resulted in her being told to go into her play room (yeah, I know) and not to come out until I told her to.
On Sunday, I had the chance to go through some more boxes in my closet and finally found my jewelry box! I have been wearing the same earrings since August since I could not find the box my husband pack it in. What does this have to do with MM? She, of course, wandered upstairs while I was making lunch and got into it. I found her because she was being too quiet, took my jewelry away from her and told her to stay out of it. (I moved it up higher too). She began crying, went downstairs and told her father that I am "cursing" at her! She gets that word from me fussing at her father to stop cursing in front of her because she is going to have serious truck-driver, potty mouth. I fed her lunch and placed her on the potty, but she did not go. She waited until I walked upstairs to put away laundry, got onto another chair in my living room, squatted and peed! She is revenge peeing!
After that last one, I put her in her pull-up and she walked around saying she was a baby. MM asked for M&Ms, candy, chips and other snack foods, but I told her she was a baby and babies did not get those things. She then asked for milk, so I gave it to her in a baby bottle. We did this for about an hour and then she gave me a hug and said she was no longer a baby but a big girl. But the big girl is now trying to color in the squares on the wallpaper in my kitchen!
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