Well, really it's Paul's nights out and the two of us gals are left behind for a mixture of routine and outings till Sunday night. Paul's at a conference in San Antonio (does he ever work?) through Sunday night so it's just us...
Yes, the honeymoon period ended right around 5:32pm last night when the first of about 3 tantrums came. And then another two with a Time Out sprinkled in there somewhere.
Ah, good times are here again!
This morning she was 50% evil and 50% sweet. Bonus: she likes me (she even told me so...).
Unfortunately, the opppositional component unexpectedly and frequently breaks the love transmission such that just when I feel like she's getting it all together, she reminds me that she will still not wear socks, must wear her Elmo pajama top to school, and has to wear the same grungy white sandals every day. (I guess I'm lucky white sandals go with everything). At least she's still agreeing to getting her hair done (if you see her in pigtails, it's a good day. One pony tail = quick work with Yo Gabba Gabba bribes thrown in) and she's happily brushing her teeth.
On one instance yesterday she asked for her paci and then a tablet (motrin).
"Show me your teeth."
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh"
Nothing.
Me = not a fan of drama or confrontation.
Definition of 2-year old = drama + confrontation + cuddles (though not on demand).
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