I started this blog on a whim. I’ve always wanted to start a blog but I was too obsessed with how it looked that I never wrote anything. I was told to not be perfect and just write. So that is what I am doing. I don’t know if anyone is going to read this, but I do know someone will relate because I’ll mostly write about motherhood. Every mom out there can relate to every motherhood struggle. Its real!
My 1 and a half year old just whacked me with a balloon over and over, tried to put a blanket over my head and unexpectedly threw a Little Peoples toy at my temple. “Is my kid trying to kill me”, crossed my mind once. And No, I don’t let him get away with throwing and hitting me like that. He got a 1.5 minute timeout. Surprisingly, he takes timeouts very well. He stays in his time out stop and doesn’t try to get up once until I come over, squat down to eye level and tell him why hes in time out and what hes going to do differently. He gives me a hug and kiss afterwards and I’ll wipe away his tears. Then he’ll carry on as if nothing happened.
I don’t expect him to stop throwing and hitting after time out? He’s a toddler. Matter of fact, I bet he’ll throw a toy at me as soon as I’m done typing this blog post. Oh look, he dumped all of his toys out of his bin and tried to place the bin in my lap. I’m shocked he didn’t try to throw it at my head. He’ll be back to do it again.
My living room is a disaster with toys all over the floor since the toy bin is in the hands of my toddler. Now, hes putting all the toys back in the bin. Good boy! Oh, wait! He’s dumping them out again. I guess its a little game of his.
I’d like to take him to the park today so I can get him out of the house, but its suppose to be 95 degrees today. 88 degrees is my outside limit unless we need to run errands. I like running errands. It gets us out of the house. My kids do great in the car and my youngest likes the attention he gets from strangers. Every time we go somewhere, there is always someone pointing out how cute he is.
He just threw a block at the fire place that has a screen in front of it. It made a unfamiliar noise and scared him. I don’t think he’ll do that again.
He doesn’t like noise. Strange loud noises freak him out. There’s this big space ship toy car thing up in the play room. Its Jaydens toy but roman will play with it. He use to push it around like a walker when he was learning how to walk. When it’s turned on, it makes a terrible loud noise. It’s the loudest toy in the house, thus is why its rarely turned on. Anyway, I turned it on yesterday and he goes to push a button and it made this loud explosion noise. He jumped 5 feet back and out of his skin, he was so scared. He cried, jumped in my arms and down the stairs we went to get as far away from that thing as possible.
I just yelled at him for throwing wooden blocks in the kitchen. He looks at me with his fingers in his mouth, big bright eyes and gives me a little smile. I know he understands what I’m saying. He can find the Little Peoples girl and put her in the school bus when I ask, but when I ask him to stop throwing, he hears a different language. Like, when I tell him to stop hitting, that hurts. He hears, keeping doing it, that tickles.
That’s all for now. Boy is trying to ride his bike on the couch.