Queen of Rambles

I was optimistic. I thought the tantrums of a few months ago were gone and we would breeze right through the dreaded Terrible Twos.

I think they’re back.

I need to up the weights at the gym because manhandling a two and a half year old takes some serious strength and stamina. I’m probably going to have bruises tomorrow from the fight we had this afternoon. I still am not sure how we made it down two flights of stairs in one piece. He was kicking and screaming the whole way, but we had to go because I didn’t want Mike to stand out in the rain waiting for us.

Normally I can get him out of the house really easily. I just tell him I’m leaving, go out the door, stand there for about 30 seconds and he quickly comes to me and wants to go with me.

Today I told him bye and he was totally nonchalant. “Bye Mama! Bye Gator!” (His way of saying “See you later, alligator.”. I stood outside the door and waited, but he was having none of it. He was totally ready to be left alone, large and in charge.

Nothing was good enough for him today. Not his food, not his water, not going to the gym, not wearing clothes, not picking up papa from the train, not changing his diaper. NOTHING. The only fun thing? Sitting on my head and “spinning” my hair around his fingers.

I don’t want a boy who looks like this:

I want a boy who looks like this!

I think he was angry because we weren’t doing anything special. The child is all about fun and adventure and people people people! How did two introverts who like to sit on the couch and read get blessed with a child who wants to go, do, see and be?

You should have seen him charming the pants off the people at our table at the family style restaurant we went to this weekend. He got totally wound up because they thought he was so adorable and egged him on. The meal culminated with ice cream and his ultimate show.

I hope the Terrible Twos release him from their ugly grip and we have a nice day tomorrow. I have no patience to deal with banshee screaming. I need to re-read Penelope Leach and get some perspective. I don’t know what it is about her book, but it always makes me feel so much better about both myself and Erik.

There are some very positive things going on. He pooped in the potty again, but I am getting very tired of doing a full on touch down quality cheer every time he uses the potty. I’m ready for something new! When he actually removes his pants and uses the potty I’ll think about cheering again. Currently he only uses it when he’s bare bottomed.

Can I say poop again? POOP!

At least I got some down time this evening and was able to do some quilting. I want to take a picture of all my quilty acquisitions (mostly purchased, but also a sweet charm pack in the colors I love from Margie!) from this weekend. I spent too much money, but I got some really nice things. I bought a batik storm at sea wall hanging kit and am LOVING IT! It is all cut out perfectly so I just have to sit down and sew it all together.

I saw a completed Dear Jane quilt at the show, which is totally inspiring me to get back on track with my own. My quilt will be black with bright jewel tones. This one was done in 1930s prints. It was jaw-droppingly beautiful. The quilter, Cindy Garcia, said she completed it in a year. I can’t even imagine!

You can click it to go to the photo page. The original photo is much bigger and has more detail.

I guess I better head off and try to get some sleep tonight. I haven’t had any sugar today so I don’t know if that will be good for my sleep or not. I may lay awake all night dreaming of brownies, chocolate sodas with lots of whipped cream, shoofly pie, and cookie dough. Today wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. When the cravings got really bad I rinsed my mouth out with mouth wash. That stuff leaves such a nasty aftertaste that I wouldn’t want to ruin good chocolate by putting it in my mouth. I wish I knew where the cravings come from. They are clearly not from my taste buds since the mouthwash doesn’t help the cravings, just the way I deal with the cravings. I guess they come straight from my brain. Can someone please find a way to disable that section? My name is Carrie and I’m a sugar addict.

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