Ah, my sweet, sweet Jpeezy. The light of my life and the sun in my personal solar system. He legitimately has a heart the size of Texas, genuinely loves all people (even strangers, help me lord), and is just the cutest little thing one could ever hope to encounter with that dimpled smile that could melt even the coldest, blackest heart. Now, I know that all mothers think that their children are the most beautiful creatures ever to grace the planet (how could we not?) but I have to say that I think my little guy is just plain pretty. Big, liquid brown eyes that are ever-so almond shaped, gorgeous skin tone, my high cheek bones…he is a stunner, that is for certain.
But do not let the pretty face fool you. That little imp is one heck of an emotional roller coaster!
And what do wildly emotional toddlers with communication issues do? They scratch. They kick. They are even known to bite on occasion. Oooooh, he is SO lucky that he is such a cutie patootie or I think I would throw him to the wolves! However, since I wouldn’t know where to begin looking for a wolf and there is that pesky I-love-him-more-than-life-itself thingy, I have to find another way to work on these personality “quirks” and fast! Thankfully, he is finally beginning to actually grasp timeouts as a form of punishment and so now we have begun the “naughty step” timeout.
And no, it’s not nearly as naughty *eyebrow wiggle* as it sounds.
For some unbeknownst reason, he will actually sit on that step (the fourth one up from the bottom on the stairs and no other, of course) for a timeout without too much grief or screaming and we all know that I avoid that kind of behavior like the plague, right? So there he sits, on his newly named “naughty step”, and gets timeouts for his outwardly aggressive behavior.
This is where it gets interesting and unbelievably hilarious. It is so difficult to keep a straight face and force him to stay there while he yells, “I sowee!” and “Hugs?!” over and over with his little arms outstretched. A short minute ago he was hitting me and now he is giving an Oscar worthy proformance that would rival anything Meryl Streep could produce– crocodile tears and all. I can tell you -with no hint of shame- that this little guy may not have a firm grasp on the intricacies of the English language yet but he certainly knows how to manipulate his mamma!
I am not sure whether I should be incredibly worried…or extremely proud!
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.