I would really like to let this little feminism scenario play out for a bit, but I can seeing it degrade from the original topic of food. Besides, I’m working up the courage for a real feminist debate. Let’s just say I have a view that not many of you will agree with. Thus working up the courage.
In the mean time, I’ve come to realize that my initial glee in my child’s upcoming 3rd birthday is fleeting. You see… I was all ready to be done with 2. Not that the boy was all that bad, but 2 is just not that much fun. Ok, It’s great fun if you like having a little shadow who constantly screams and whines. Much of that was because of a lack of communication skills. The boy has now developed the full sentence capacity and uses them at every given opportunity. He’s funny like that. Talking and all. I knew I was in trouble when his first full sentence was, “No Na-Na! Get your own toy.” Said to Kathou’s Chickadee.
Now that 3 is approaching I am getting frightened. Once again I had the, “oh, my kid won’t be like that” syndrome. Ummm… sure. As I am currently hearing him get reprimanded for making long distance calls to China on my cell phone. Niiiiice.
What kills me is not only are the tantrums irritating, but he does the throw himself on the floor and flail about like a wet noodle thing. “Boy, I said pick up your toys.” “NO!” *screaming and thrashing ensue* Or the always popular,
Elle: “Let’s go change your diaper” (no, not potty trained yet)
Boy: “No! All done Diapeeeeeee.”
Elle: “Ok, then if you are all done Diapee then you will have to go on the potty.”
Boy: “No! All done potteeee”
Elle: “Let’s go change your diaper.”
Boy: Now screaming and looking a little posessed “No Diapeeeeeee, No potteeeee!”
I can’t win.? I’m thinking that if I just close my eyes long enough I’ll open them to a manageable 14 year old boy.? I can handle a teenager.? (No, I’m not crazy)