I used to have this:
This is an adorable little tiny baby who just lays in your arms and looks up at you and makes you feel like all is right with the world. Of course this little bundle of joy also did a lot of screaming nonstop, but we won’t go there.
Now I have this:
This is a rascal, a stinker, a spider monkey, or a Nosy Ned as he is often referred to around our house. Basically, this is a full-on toddler. I’ve done a lot of babysitting in my day, but I am not sure I have ever experienced anything like this 24/7. I’m currently pondering when, where, and why that tiny little precious baby turned into a defiant ball of energy. And how did he get so dang smart?
Here’s the latest at our house: We use Magic Jack which plugs into the computer. Silas wants to unplug the Magic Jack all of the time. We tell him no. He looks at us and smirks. He does it again, and we squeeze his hand and firmly tell him no. He continues to smirk and then giggles. He tries it a third time, and we pick him up and remove him from the situation. He laughs – a big belly laugh – because clearly this is the greatest game ever.
I’m not prepared for this at all. I guess it’s time to up the ante. But it’s really hard to punish that face, right?
Yes. He is the cutest little boy in the entire world and deserves to do whatever he wants. No one will blame you. When he becomes a teenage tyrant, just show people his baby pictures, and they’ll understand.
We’ve had to start implementing the really mean voice. Seems to be the one thing that gets her attention, but I feel TERRIBLE after I do it. How does that even make sense?