Sweet Lord, give me the strength! I had to start this week's update with a prayer because my buttons are being pushed. Damon started his new job this week. Heaven, help me! So I am by myself again with a terrible toddler and a baby who is sweet but still needs my attention. While this is not new it is harder to handle when we've been transplanted and I haven't gotten my bearings. We're still house-hunting and that is stressful enough without a certain soon-to-be-three-year-old trying to undo me.
It didn't help that we both caused injuries to the kids. I caught Desmond with the buckle on his bouncy seat by accident. His arm got in the way just as I was snapping the straps and the skin near his elbow got pinched. He hollered for a few minutes and then he was his sunny self again. Damon slammed Marlie's pointer finger in the door when she stuck her hand in the door jamb as he was closing it. She screamed bloody murder for the entire morning. Anyone within earshot would have called CPS on us because it sounded like she was being abused. In her defense the finger was all bruised, bloody, and swollen. I thought it was broken for a second. Another trip to the ER averted! Good thing too because we aren't signed up for insurance yet. On Friday we moved to another temporary residence. This one is so much bigger and in a better area.
So to recap: Monday was bad. Tuesday was worse. Wednesday saw some relief. Thursday was bearable. Friday was frantic. Saturday was a lovely at Temescal Lake. Here are some photos of Marlie enjoying the lake (Desmond slept in the Boba the whole time):
|Marlie trying to play catch with her daddy in the lake|
|Marlie getting twirled around in the water|
|Marlie chasing a duck|
|Marlie feeding the ducks|
Toddler Log: 2 Years 48 Weeks Old:
Marlie got to test drive her new school on Wednesday and she loves it so she is going as many open days until her official start date. It was the one day this week that she didn't have any meltdowns. She made up for it on Thursday though because she is going for the world record for most tantrums thrown in a day. After pizza and time at the park, I told her to go take a nap. She immediately started screaming no, the tears were flowing, and she turned to jelly when I tried to pick her up to take her to the bedroom. Why is everything a battle these days? I understand that she is acting out because of the changes and she has a touch of cabin fever. But, Lordy, does she half to be so mean about it? She told me more than once this week that she doesn't have to listen to me and that she isn't happy with me. She told her father that she doesn't love him anymore. Pardon my patois...but backside!
I need to get her sass under control because she is putting a damper on my California vibes. I am not going to start spanking her. I am not going to keep yelling and threatening to take away her favorite toys and TV. I am going to reset our expectations because some things have slipped since we've moved and I am going to work on our communication too. I agreed to review a parenting program and I am going to try it and let you all know if it works.
Baby Log: 15 Weeks Old:
Desmond is now in 6 month clothes. I bought him a 3-6 month swim set to go to the lake this weekend, but his buddha belly is poking out of the top. I need to return it for a 6-9 month size. He remains the chillax baby that he has been since day one. He is the yin to his sister's yang. I feel bad sometimes because it seems like I am always putting out fires with her and giving him the bare minimum, but he is mostly content to play by himself while I do damage control with Marlie. He actually seems amused by her antics.
He has gotten very good at grabbing and holding stuff. He got a hold of my earrings, that was fun! He likes to remove his pacifier, stare at it cross-eyed and put it back. He is also reaching for food. I might start him on solids in a few weeks if his pediatrician okays it. I ordered a bunch of developmental toys for him this week. I am looking forward to playing with them together once his big sister is in school and I get him all to myself.