|Peanut holding a sand flea in Nags Head. Outer Banks, August 2013.|
I've become that parent.
With my first child I was the "on-top-of-it-all disciplinarian." No bad deed went unpunished. With every negative behavior, I was right there to guide and correct. But, most of all? I followed through. If I said, "no" I meant "no." I was stern and firm. (and probably patted myself on the back for doing such a fine job at this parenting thing...)
Then Peanut came along.
Lately, he has been testing his limits like a pro. In fact, he has mastered the art of wearing me down with incredible laser-like precision.
Case in point:
I have been pushing for him to drink more water. Less milk and juice. More of the clear stuff.
But, Boy looooooves some chocolate milk. With an unbridled passion.
|Drinking his beloved "choc-ut milk" with Opie.|
I'll bet he asks me ten times a day for chocolate milk. Ten times, I tell ya! At least.
And if begging for chocolate milk doesn't seem to be getting him anywhere, he moves on to the lesser of two evils...
"Mommy, can I have choc-ut milk?"
"But, I want cho-cut milk."
"Can I have choc-ut milk?"
"Are you kidding me? NO!"
"But, I WANT CHOC-UT MILK!"
"I. said. 'NOOOO'!"
"Can I have gw-ape juice?"
"NoooooOOOO. You can have water."
"But I want gw-ape juice?"
"Can I have ow-ange juice?"
(At this point, I begin to question my sanity.)
"You may have water. That is it. Now, hush!"
"But, I don't want water! I. WANT. CHOC-UT. MILK!"
Aaaaaand he full-circled his way baaack to chocolate milk.
Like a champ.
And I cave.
'Cuz I'm WEAK!
|Turtleback Zoo, NJ. August 2013. "Mommy, can I put my head in dat water?"|
Who knew I'd be going toe-to-toe with this teeny-tiny munchkin???? Persistent little booger! And as frustrated as I get, I wanna squeeze the livin' daylights out of him 'cuz he's even adorable peck-peck-pecking away at my resolve!
But, it's time to add a little something to my lipstick and mascara repertoire.
Oh, Peanut...it. is. ON!