Saturday, June 26, 2010


I'd like to say I have the solution. Experts would like to say they have the solution. Supernanny would even like to show you she has the solution. Okay, Supernanny probably does.


I've never met a child like my son.

*smack on the head*

What was I thinking? "Yay! A boy! A sweet, loving, momma's boy!"

God laughed.

I have a little boy that puckers his lips to kiss you and when you are 1/2 an inch from his face...he runs away.
I have a little boy that yells back at you. If you don't yell at him, he stares at you, as if a contest. Once you move to beat his ass appropriately punish him; he runs. He hits Mom, Dad, Big sisters. If he is hit back; he laughs. He is put in timeout. He screams or just sits there. After a few minutes, he comes out and hits you just to prove that you didn't do a damn bit of good.


What was I thinking?

Both of my girls were drastically different. Like night and day. I didn't figure there could be a third 'type.' I just assumed my boy would be a doll. Well. You know what they say about assuming. Rhiannon never really threw a tantrum. When she did get upset, she was sent to her room and told she could come out when she was done crying. Before we knew it, she was done crying and playing and keeping herself entertained. Kayla did a lot of screaming. She would be sent to her room, didn't work. Finally we learned with her that if we put her in a corner it worked a bit better. She grew out of it quickly.

This boy is STRONG WILLED.

He's my karma, ya know? When I was a teenager I had a little sister that did a whole lot of screaming. Tantrum throwing. I blamed my mother. She obviously didn't know what the hell she was doing and obviously spoiling my sister.


Sorry Mom.

I am firm. Consistent. Loving. Kind. Stern. Scary. None of it is working. I really hope he just grows out of it.

Okay, now that I have that off my chest, I have to admit that I started this blog and then really wasn't sure if I should keep it going. Well, I decided that I would. I'll only post once a week, but it will be here. Spread the love. :0)


  1. WOW... Ye sound like yer hands are almost as full as mine! I have 3 as well... 5yG, 4yB, and 9 months G. And I gotta tell you... I dont like mine sometimes. I ALWAYS love them and would do anything for them... but my eldest is DEFIANT to the core... and her lil Bro is picking up the habits...(Well... the 9 month old is pretty amazing and hasnt upset anyone yet... but we parents know better... Give it Time.) I just wanted to comment, as I dig your Blog and will continue to read it. Keep on Postin, Chica!!!

    1. I wish I had internet access several months ago when you left this comment! I certainly hope you come back by. have your hands full too!!


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