January 13, 2009

Wow, what a day? First of all, let me tell you how hard raising a two year old boy is. There are days that I wonder how I make it through the day without going crazy. This morning, my son decided to throw a tantrum because I put him in the baby car seat. He seems to think that he is old and tall enough to sit on a booster seat. I was putting him in there and he started yelling and crying like I was hitting him. He refused to get in and started hitting me. I of course did not want to make a scene so after 5 minutes of struggling I got him in his car seat. After that ordeal, I knew today was not going to be a good day between me and him. Sometime in the afternoon, when their dad had left for a meeting, my son decided to go downstairs and turn on the stove without turning on the stove. I didn't notice anything until I walked downstairs and the entire downstairs smelled like gas. I ran to the kitchen and the stove knob was turned. There was water everywhere. Of course, what was I thinking of cleaning my room and leaving him with his sisters downstairs. After I cleaned up that messed and opened up the sliding glass door and the windows, I asked the girls what happen and they told me exactly what happen. That's another story for me to discuss at another time. I punished him and sent him to his room. He finally fell asleep for his nap. After his nap he woke up and decided to play with my dental floss and run around the house. This time the girls caught him but it was too late, the dental floss was now a big ball of dental floss. UGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Why, why would he want to do that? I know they are kids and they want to explore but why? He has done it before and he has been sent to his room. I don't know if it's just boys or what but I don't remember the girls being this difficult. He finds it a joke and runs around the house thinking it's funny. Not funny to me nor his dad. What are we going to do? I tell myself that he is just a boy and he is going through a phase. After all is said and done, I love the fact that he is such a happy baby and that he is a confidant little boy. Every night I just pray to God that he gives me strength and patience to endure his small tests. Well tomorrow is another story and another adventure with him. Remember the advice from the twittermoms. Consistency and choose my battles. The war to continue. . .