Not much is going on here. Christmas was busy, we were all sufficiently spoiled. We're still struggling with some of Wyatt's outbursts at home (a new favorite is using his fingers as guns to point at us when he's mad. I assure you he did not learn that at home, or from anyone I would ever invite into my home). We're at a loss as to how to handle his behaviour, we've read books on filling theoretical buckets, we've tried time outs, time ins, quiet time, no TV, early bedtime, no treats, positive reinforcement ("I really appreciate how you are making hissing sounds instead of hitting your sister like I know you want to!"), taking away toys, blah blah blah. Next step is more TV, later bedtime, more treats, more toys and lots of sarcasm.
But seriously. I'm considering developing a drinking problem just to deal with this. "Terrible Twos" seem like a walk in the park compared to, "If you tell me to clean up again I'm going to punch you in the face." Because when Paige is having a tantrum, I can pick her up and give her kisses and snuggles until she starts laughing, or stick her in her crib. When Wyatt is having a tantrum, I grind my teeth to the root while evenly saying, "You cannot speak to me like that. You need to go to your room." When in my head I want to flip tables upside down Real Housewives-style.*
Children. Are. A. Blessing. (repeat as necessary)
*no need to fear for my well being. I've never watched Real Housewives, only seen the table-flipping scene on commercials. It's all good.
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