Hagen has been difficult lately. It may be that he is now 3. He woke up on Tuesday morning and said, “Mama, am I still 3??” He was excited to find out that he was indeed still 3.
He is pretty much dressing himself with only a bit of help. We are having trouble with him taking his own shirt off. He CAN do it, but it if doesn’t just fly off by itself he gets very frustrated and whines, “I can’t do it! It won’t come off! It’s stuck!” BUT he gets pissed if you help because he gets a sticker for doing it himself. It is painful PAINFUL to just sit there and watch him. But we have to.
Yesterday after school he wanted a snack (mind you he gets a snack at school around 3:15 after nap). I tell him that he can have an apple, orange or nectarine. He chooses an apple. He throws a fit because…get this…I washed it. GASP! Yep, I put it under running water and then…THEN…I dried it with a hand towel. The nerve. I know…I know, so mean of me.
He was then wanting to watch a movie. I put in Leap Frog’s “Back to school”…well, he wanted Leap Frog’s “Letter Factory”. TOUGH! Eat your apple and watch the frogs do their thing and shut it! I’ve had it! (I didn’t raise my voice just yet…that was just a flashback at what I wanted to say).
So he was sitting there eating his apple much like someone that is starving eats corn from a cob and all is good in his world. Until…Dad comes home. What? Your favorite person in the world comes home and it throws your world off rotation?! It just goes down down DOWN hill from that point.
I look at Ryan and tell him to saddle up and that I think it is going to be a trying night for us. Hagen proceeded to:
1. Have a fit because HE wants to pick out his carrots for dinner
2. Throw a tantrum because HE wants to pick out his plate for dinner
3. Bonk his head on the table while trying to get in his booster by his big self (because he is 3) and when Ryan is comforting him he HITS him…so Ryan puts him in time out
4. He won’t remain in time out…Ryan keeps putting him BACK in time out…
5. I have a SPLITTING headache from not having enough caffeine for the day and the screaming is about to send me over the edge
6. Ryan and I just stare at each other from across the table while he is screaming in the other room and think, “And we have another one on the way! Yeah us!”
7. When Hagen gets out of time out he throws Ryan’s bowl of ranch on the floor…yes, it was on purpose
8. I tell him he is going to eat, take a bath, and get in bed! No book…No story…and no song!!! It is because you are misbehaving Dameon, I mean Hagen!
9. He does something else and I pulled out the big guns. I took Mickey Mouse away the next morning during breakfast! He quieted down after that point.
After our TERRIBLE dinner he took a bath and got in bed nicely. He was in bed by 6:55…it was wonderful.
This morning when I got him the first thing he asked is if he is going to watch Mickey Mouse? Nope, remember your behavior last night? You were not a good listener and not behaving well so no MMCH.
It is more torture for me. He got dressed, picked out his cereal, and got settled in his chair. I told him I needed to finish getting ready and I’ll be right back. I sat at my stool to put my make up on and this is what went down:
Hagen: “Mama? Mom? Hey Mom?”
Me: walking out to him, “Yes Hagen?”
H: “what are you doing?”
M: “getting ready. I’ll be done in a minute…eat your breakfast. “
Not 1 minute later:
H: “Mom, Mama, MAAAA MAAAA?”
Me: “yes Hagen? “
H: “ I was not being haved so I can’t watch Mickey Mouse.”
Me: “that’s right! BUT if you are good tonight you can tomorrow morning! OK, now let me finish getting ready…”
Not 1 minute later:
H: “Mama…MOM…MOOOOOMMMMMM”
Me: finally ready and coming out “what Hagen?!???”
H: “are you ready?”
Now, before you go adding up the minutes, I don’t wear much makeup…not because I don’t NEED to. It is more of just I’m too LAZY to do so. And I sit behind a desk all day so no need to. BUT this morning I have a lot less than normal on…make up that is. I love Mickey Mouse as much as Hagen…I hope tonight is better than last night!!
Tata,
Carrie
P.S. I went for my 16 week appointment yesterday. Baby’s heart rate is 148 BPM, I go back in 2 weeks for a sonogram (and to confirm the sex), my belly is measuring small but not alarming (ALWAYS nice to hear SOMETHING is small when you are pregnant), and things are moving along! It’s weird with this pregnancy…I have no real appetite. My thing lately is the laughing cow cheeses…all of them…yummy!! Oh and diced peaches in the cups…I keep them in the fridge and growl at Hagen if he wants a bite.