I'm not sure my last post made any sense. To anyone. Even me. I think I was overwhelmed by the rudeness in this little town. Go ahead and say it, "that's what you get, Ali". Okay, now that we've got that out of the way we will all feel better. On to other things.........
My sweet, sweet child is probably more hard headed than I am. God bless her (and me). She throws these fits that cause strangers to stop what they are doing and gasp like someone is ripping her limbs off. This happens daily, as she has been "going through the terrible 2's" since she was nine months old. Seriously. I usually try to keep the screaming to a minimum but sometimes I just can't give in to her multiple demands. I mean, seriously, who do I think I am, the mama? The latest is the hitting. I won't blame it on a cute little boy who has an obsession with Wii boxing. I'll just call it an age thing. I've been trying to be consistent and send her to the corner when she hits. It's pretty bad when we go somewhere and I have "the talk" (you know be sweet, blah blah) and before I can even say it she says, "No hit". So, yesterday we had marathon poopy day. I know that you all want to hear details of the poop but I'll save that talk for cocktail parties and wedding receptions. On about the third big poop Caroline decides that she is DONE with changing her diaper. Now diaper changing is not one of her favorite activities anyway and though I often let a wet diaper drag the ground before I change it, a poop is different. A poop stinks and burns soft little bottoms which often causes more screaming and serious guilt in mama land. So I get Caroline on the makeshift changing table and start to change her diaper. She is perfectly still and even says thank you afterward. Yeah right. Maybe in some other lifetime. So Caroline is kicking and screaming. All I hear is "I don't" "NO" and then she pops me right in the nose. Yep. She smacked me. Well before I could stop myself I had spanked her little bottom and said "NO hitting". Oh, the irony. And even more ironic is that the spanking seemed to work and there was no more screaming, no more kicking, only a few whimpers and then nothing. I couldn't believe it. So I put her down to play and we go back to the den. As I walk into the den Caroline looks right into my eyes and says: "Mommy, corner now!" I had to leave the room to laugh. But I probably should have gone and sat in the corner. She is my monkey. My marvelous little monkey.
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