Motherhood Frustrations

Aaah! My sweet little boy has turned into a Holy Terror - or as my mom aptly put it - a One Toddler Demolition Derby. He has always had a little bit of a temper, but now if you tell him no he either throws something at you or throws a roaring fit on the floor for 10 - 20 minutes. He is also fearless and is climbing many more things and then jumping off.

Two weeks ago he knocked over our Tiffany floor lamp. It was quite spectacular. It hit the edge of the toy box at the base of the shade and sheared off the socket. The shade and the light bulb didn't shatter, but there were sparks and it blew the circuit so all the lights went out.

Last weekend I took him to Aurora for the weekend. It was icky weather all weekend, so we couldn't go outside. In the course of 48 hours he put cereal down H's humidifier, flipped the rocking chair and put two big black marks on Mom's wall, opened Mom's china cabinet - took out a candle holder and ran away, jumped from the footstool to the rocking chair, jumped from the couch into the chair, etc, etc. I was exhausted by the time I got home and starting to question my motherhood abilities. He also had several hellacious tantrums while we were there and was a real pain when we went out to eat.

Monday night Todd, Ryan, and I went to the Machine Shed. We had to take him out twice while we waited for the food, and he whipped a spoon across the table, narrowly missing my nose. It made for a miserable meal. Of course he cooed, and smiled and charmed the server whenever she paid attention to him.

Today at school he whacked Chance upside the head with a truck for absolutely no reason. He spent quite a bit of time in timeout for that one. It seems he is either a good, good, charming little boy or naughty, naughty, with no in between. He definitely has the Stein temper.

He has also been refusing to go to bed - rocking him just doesn't work that well anymore unless you wait until 10:30. So, Sunday night we started the tough love and put him in his crib and let him cry. Night 1 - 10 min of screaming, Night 2 - 45 min of screaming/wailing/hysteria, Night 3 - no screaming (fell asleep on my lap), Night 4 - 15 min of screaming. It has been hard, but not as hard as it would have been to do several months (or a year) ago. It still sucks. I miss rocking him.

Well, I should head downstairs, it's 12 am. I have been simultaneously downloading music to my iPod, doing email, and putting together my new paper shelves. Maybe that explains why two sides of the shelves were put together wrong!