This morning, I bring to you an update on life in the Xenos home as of late. I hope for some of you, this brings you comfort in knowing you are most definitely not alone.
I hope a few can relate to the story I'm about to share, but if not, you and your sweet little angel child can just keep that to yourself.
Later this week, I plan to have a BumpDate for y'all as I'm approaching the 30 week mark in just a few short days. This pregnancy really has flown by!
I guess chasing around a 2 year old wild hyena everyday will distract you from just about everything else.
Today, I'd like to talk about my first born.
Parenting a strong willed toddler is tough, y'all.
We had lots of plans this past weekend, but instead we ended up spending the majority of it at home with tantrums, spankings (yes, we spank our kid) and lots of time spent in time out. So much so, that on Sunday, while we were over at my parents house, Lara told my Mom that she was in time out when she wasn't.
A total meltdown ensued.
How dare I tell her she can't open 20 different dum dums and lick each of them?!?
I thought removing her from the cart, followed with a few swats, would demonstrate that she needed to quiet down and sit calmly in the cart while I shopped.
Needless to say, the opposite happened (I know, shocking).
We promptly exited the store in hysterics. Both of us.
When I got in the car I was shaking I was so pissed off. In my fit of rage, I told Jon I wasn't cut out for this whole parenting thing. He said something off handed that apparently struck a cord, because I spent the remainder of the car ride back home in tears. Angry tears. Third trimester hormones are NO JOKE. They are back, my friends, and in full force.
When we got home, I jumped out of the car, ran inside and plopped myself down on the couch with Kleenexes so I could cry some more. Because apparently the 20 minute car ride home in tears wasn't enough.
Jon and Lara came in a few minutes later, a bit startled at my behavior. Lara found a muffin in the diaper bag, so all was good in her world. She sat down on the ground between us to watch the show.
Amidst the uncontrollable hormone tears (c'mon ladies, you know the ones, the tears that just keep coming like Niagara Falls, even though you know you really have zero reason to truly be crying)
I proceeded to tell Jon that he has no idea what's it's like to be pregnant, and that just because I say something, I actually mean the total opposite.
I mean, why can't men get that?
Lara continued to eat her muffin, totally unphased. (It was a pumpkin cream muffin from Starbucks after all) Jon stepped outside to the garage to cool down and a little while later, the waterworks stopped and we went on about our day.
Saturday evening, we had a good laugh about the whole incident. Between Friday night's tantrums over her refusal to eat anything we put in front of her and Saturday morning's Hobby Lobby trip, we were both emotionally spent. Jon's parents offered to watch her for us Saturday evening and we could not get out of the house fast enough. We enjoyed an amazing date night followed by a trip to the movies. (On another note, Sully is amazing! If you haven't seen it, put it on your must see list.)
We woke up Sunday morning refreshed and decided we'd keep her after all.
Even in the chaos that is life these days, we still find ourselves talking about how damn cute she is. It's the cutest age by far, which is quite ironic, huh? I believe God designed toddlers this way, so even during the rough times, we still look at them and just melt at how dang cute they actually are. She kisses us good morning, she says the most adorable things that always make us laugh, and singing Happy Birthday to everyone is her jam these days.
Time outs, tantrums and all, we are still absolutely crazy over this girl.