Well, I'm convinced! My 3 year old has become a teenager!
He's rebellious, wants his own way, is eating us out of house and home, wants to stay up all night, and sleep in until all hours.
He's at loggerheads with his dad "You're not my friend anymore" is heard quite frequently (from the 3 year old).
That said though, if he wants his dad to do something, he thinks nothing of asking that he do it.
"Daddy, I really need a Loopy Doopy train track. You make it for me please." (Of course, Dad, trying to get back in the good books does it.)
He's also mastered the "Play the parents off against each other" technique to get what he wants. I'm forever hearing "But My Mummy said ..." in response to a request from his Dad.
Another interesting habit he's developed is not taking responsibility or being accountable for anything!
It goes a little like this:
Mum - Liam, please don't throw the bath water ALL over the bathroom. Try to keep it in the bath.
Go to get towel, hear very loud sounds of water hitting walls and turn around to see Liam standing up in the bath filling a bucket with water, and then throwing it at the wall on the other side of the bathroom.
Mum - Liam, what are you doing? I asked you not to throw water around!
Liam - Its Ok Mum, it was a little bit of an accident.
Mum - No it wasn't
Liam - Yes, it was mum, it was a little bit of an accident on purpose.
How can you argue with something so cute?
I wonder if it will be just as cute when he IS 16 ...
Showing posts with label toddler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label toddler. Show all posts
Friday, May 29, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Mothers' Groups are a Great Thing
I don't know about other countries, but here in Australia we have a great system called Mothers' Groups which are created by our Baby Health Centres and link first time mothers who have bubs about the same age.
Our bubs are now almost 4 - and some of the girls are having 2nd or even 3rd bubs, but we have that link that no one will ever be able to take away.
We were all first time mums together, we had no idea what we were doing, and had the same fears, concerns and joys. We ranged in age from 24 to 42 but age meant nothing - we were all novices and in love with our newborn bundles of joy.
Some of us decided to stay at home, some had to, or chose to, return to work, but we still kept up that routine of meeting every week.
This went on until the end of 2007 when 3 of us did the unthinkable - decided to move away! Two headed into Northern Victoria, and I headed to the South East. It would now take me 2 hours to get back to meet with the mums in the northern suburbs.
The weekly meets ended and became irregular play dates for those left behind. We still aim to all meet up as a group every few months, and yesterday was that day.
Bub and I jumped in the trusty CRV and tested out Eastlink - Yay, it cuts half an hour off the travel time!
We all met up at a play centre and marvelled at how all the kids had grown since we last met in December, 2 of the mums are pregnant and only a few weeks from giving birth.
It was great, as though we hadn't been apart for nearly 6 months, and made me realise how much I appreciate this group of women who I will always have a bond with.
Our bubs are now almost 4 - and some of the girls are having 2nd or even 3rd bubs, but we have that link that no one will ever be able to take away.
We were all first time mums together, we had no idea what we were doing, and had the same fears, concerns and joys. We ranged in age from 24 to 42 but age meant nothing - we were all novices and in love with our newborn bundles of joy.
Some of us decided to stay at home, some had to, or chose to, return to work, but we still kept up that routine of meeting every week.
This went on until the end of 2007 when 3 of us did the unthinkable - decided to move away! Two headed into Northern Victoria, and I headed to the South East. It would now take me 2 hours to get back to meet with the mums in the northern suburbs.
The weekly meets ended and became irregular play dates for those left behind. We still aim to all meet up as a group every few months, and yesterday was that day.
Bub and I jumped in the trusty CRV and tested out Eastlink - Yay, it cuts half an hour off the travel time!
We all met up at a play centre and marvelled at how all the kids had grown since we last met in December, 2 of the mums are pregnant and only a few weeks from giving birth.
It was great, as though we hadn't been apart for nearly 6 months, and made me realise how much I appreciate this group of women who I will always have a bond with.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Bed? What's That?
Here it is, 1.20am, and I am sitting up waiting for my 3 year old to go to sleep.
For the past week, he has developed the bad habit of collapsing into a really deep sleep at about 5.30-6.00pm and sleeping for either the night or 4 hours.
When he decides he's tired, nothing will keep him awake, and no amount of anything will wake him.
So, if he sleeps for about 4 hours, he then wakes at about 10pm, and wanders out to find me, lamenting "I'm a bit hungry, mum."
What do you do? Force him back to his bed with an empty belly, or feed him, and then have him wide awake for a few more hours.
I'll admit, I'm a soft touch, and knowing what an appetite he has at the moment, ( he seems to be going through a growth spurt, and currently eats 2 slices of toast, a bowl of cereal and a tub of yoghurt for breakfast. Lunch is two rounds of sandwiches, a plate of cucumber and carrot sticks with tzatziki, and then 2 pieces of fruit) will make him some dinner.
He is now lying on a couch in the playroom, so hopefully will be receptive to the idea of bed again in the not too distant future.
In the meantime, I'm sitting here on the laptop, Law & Order on the TV, and hubby snoring in bed at the other end of the house.
For the past week, he has developed the bad habit of collapsing into a really deep sleep at about 5.30-6.00pm and sleeping for either the night or 4 hours.
When he decides he's tired, nothing will keep him awake, and no amount of anything will wake him.
So, if he sleeps for about 4 hours, he then wakes at about 10pm, and wanders out to find me, lamenting "I'm a bit hungry, mum."
What do you do? Force him back to his bed with an empty belly, or feed him, and then have him wide awake for a few more hours.
I'll admit, I'm a soft touch, and knowing what an appetite he has at the moment, ( he seems to be going through a growth spurt, and currently eats 2 slices of toast, a bowl of cereal and a tub of yoghurt for breakfast. Lunch is two rounds of sandwiches, a plate of cucumber and carrot sticks with tzatziki, and then 2 pieces of fruit) will make him some dinner.
He is now lying on a couch in the playroom, so hopefully will be receptive to the idea of bed again in the not too distant future.
In the meantime, I'm sitting here on the laptop, Law & Order on the TV, and hubby snoring in bed at the other end of the house.
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