Daily Battles
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Alright... so we all know kids can be a challenge. However rewarding, challenging none the less.
Just last week the duct tape was removed from the VCR built into the TV in the playroom(music channels make Caitlynn silly!) but a whole bunch of toys and a surge protector (dont know WHERE they found that one, considering I've been looking for it for a year now...) were shoved in. I guess that beats the fingers that used to get stuck in there... which is the reason the duct tape was there in the first place...
but I digress.
The latest battle, well besides the sleeping issue, has been over clothes. Gabe as a rule would rather not wear pants. He is happy in his underoos or a pullup. I am blessed that he prefers to have something on the bottom rather then nothing at all... but that's Cait. Well we used to let Gabe chose between 4 shirts to wear a day. I'd lay them on the bed and he would pick one and our day would begin. Over the past week, every time we try to peel him out of a grimy dirty and sometimes stinky shirt, he would have a complete poo fit and tantrum.
I swear you look at Gabe funny and he starts to cry... which brings up a lot of frustration with Shawn and exasperation from me. I don't know how today's battle ended... I left to do my errands with Gabe still screaming bloody murder about the 'Ben' shirt he was wearing yesterday.
Well at least Cait just takes off the clothes she doesnt like... of course that includes the diaper.. Oi Vey.
Just last week the duct tape was removed from the VCR built into the TV in the playroom(music channels make Caitlynn silly!) but a whole bunch of toys and a surge protector (dont know WHERE they found that one, considering I've been looking for it for a year now...) were shoved in. I guess that beats the fingers that used to get stuck in there... which is the reason the duct tape was there in the first place...
but I digress.
The latest battle, well besides the sleeping issue, has been over clothes. Gabe as a rule would rather not wear pants. He is happy in his underoos or a pullup. I am blessed that he prefers to have something on the bottom rather then nothing at all... but that's Cait. Well we used to let Gabe chose between 4 shirts to wear a day. I'd lay them on the bed and he would pick one and our day would begin. Over the past week, every time we try to peel him out of a grimy dirty and sometimes stinky shirt, he would have a complete poo fit and tantrum.
I swear you look at Gabe funny and he starts to cry... which brings up a lot of frustration with Shawn and exasperation from me. I don't know how today's battle ended... I left to do my errands with Gabe still screaming bloody murder about the 'Ben' shirt he was wearing yesterday.
Well at least Cait just takes off the clothes she doesnt like... of course that includes the diaper.. Oi Vey.
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