Disclaimer: The content of this entry is not all warm and fuzzy. Sometimes I just have to vent. That being said, I love my son with my whole heart, but man, can he be a pain in the butt sometimes.
Living with a 2 (alomst 3) year old is not always easy. Heck, it is damn right tough at times. Alex is so strong-willed that sometimes I feel like I am constantly fighting a losing battle...
He loves to play the opposite game. No matter what I say, he says the opposite. For instance, I say, "I love you Alex." And his response, "No, you don't love me." The other day someone said to him, "I like your new house." And his response was, "No, you don't." Alrighty then!
His favorite word is stupid. Everything is stupid. Whenever he gets mad at someone, that person is stupid. Whenever he doesn't want to do something, that activity is stupid. Whenever he doesn't want to wear a particular item of clothing, it is stupid. Today he said, "Momma, you are always stupid, everyday." YIKES! I have always prided myself on being pretty smart, but apparently Alex disagrees.
He has absolutely NO filter. If he thinks something he says it! If someone talks to him and he doesn't want them to, he will tell them. The words, "I don't want you" come out of his mouth constantly. If he doesn't want you to touch something of his, he will let you know it. Sometimes if he really wants to get his point across, you may get a little push, hit or headbutt to go with it. But God forbid if someone doesn't share with him. Yesterday, my nephew was opening his birthday gifts, and Alex wanted to play with them. He kept saying, "Share, Ukey." According to Alex,Alex is the center of the universe. And he is not only possessive of his toys, but of his baby sister as well. The other day we were shopping with my parents and my dad was pushing the stroller. He was screaming that Pop was stealing his baby sister. We sure got some looks!
And boy is he literal, to the point of obnoxious. The other day he was watching a dvd, and I wanted him to help me pick up the playroom. He refused, so I told him that I was going to turn off the tv. He looked me right in the eye and said, "Momma, it is not the tv, it is a movie." (I told you that he thinks I am dumb).
Everyone tells me it "is just a phase"..."it is just his age"..."he will grow out of it." And in my heart, I know that it is true. He just has a lot going on in his little life and that he is just testing his boundaries...over and over again. But I am ready for another phase. I am so over the "terrible 2's." I always joke that his teenage years are going to be nothing compared to this. And let me tell you, it is quite scary when people smirk at that remark....
But then again, there are the moments that I cherish that give me glimmers of hope. (I can't help myself, I have to end on a positive note). The other night he wanted me to lay with him. I said, "You don't need me." He said, "I do need you. You are my momma." Ahhh. I knew my sweet baby boy was in there somewhere. And those glimpses are what is getting me through this very long phase!
Yesterday, we took our annual trip to Spring Meadow Farms. Alex picked out pumpkins, rode on a little tractor, ran through the hay maze, and had his first pony ride. Isabella slept in her stroller, and woke up right before we were leaving to go home.
Isabella is getting bigger by the minute. She is always smiling. And she loves her room. Today I put her on a blanket and she looked around and was so content just to lay there. She loves her crib too. She is still sleeping in our room but she likes to lay in the crib and listen to her music.
Isabella Grace is one month old. I can't believe it. I took her to the doctor this week. She weighs 9.2 pounds (50th percentile) and is 21 3/4 inches long (75th percentile). You know I am loving that - maybe she will be tall! Yea! She is going to be a super model. She is such a good baby. She is still a great sleeper, even though she sometimes gets her days and nights confused. She now smiles at the sound of my voice which melts my heart. And she loves when I sing to her, especially "You Are My Sunshine."
I can't believe that my baby boy is sleeping in a Big Boy Bed! It seems like yesterday that he was four months old and I put him in his crib for the first time. Tonight we put Isabella's bedding in the crib and I know it will be no time before she sleeps in there. Time flies, especially when you wish it would stand still...
We have been in our beautiful home for a week now. Things are coming together...most of the boxes have been unpacked and the new furniture has been delivered. No pictures have been hung because Jay doesn't want to mess up the walls! Alex and Isabella are adjusting slowly but surely. The first few nights Alex kept asking to go home and stayed up until midnight. He is doing better. In fact he is sound asleep in hos BIG BOY BED! It is the first night he has slept in it - hopefully he will make it through the night.
When Jay and I aren't unpacking and organizing, we sit around in awe. We can't believe that we have this amazing house to call our home. Here are some pictures of moving day.