“It’s Just a Season”

It was one of those moments, an out of body experience….

After a long day of me being home with the kid, and the hubby’s long day at work, we were all sitting in the den quietly watching “Daniel Tiger” while the kiddo played with her toys.

We were just laying on the couch, not moving, not saying anything, and all of a sudden, my hubby turns to me very seriously and says, “I feel like I’m Tigee.” (Daniel Tiger’s beloved stuffed animal) and in that moment, I looked around the room, toys everywhere, exhausted, me in frumpy clothes and 6 months pregnant, crazy toddler, and the realization that maybe we watch too many cartoons…. I thought to myself… “Something terrible has happened here! What happened to us?” And then I errupted in laughter. How could you not, when after Tigee finished singing “I’m Tigee, that’s me, I’m silly! Woo Hoo!” your husband has a deep moment and decides to proclaim that’s who he is… and it’s basically true.

It was one of those moments when we both went “Wow, it has come to this…”  We are truly and completely immersed into toddler parenthood…

This specific parenting season has been tough.  The amount of times I hear “No!” and say “No!” is too many to count.  Getting the toddler to eat is exhausting, two year old molars make everyone miserable, and the floor tantrums while I’m trying to use the bathroom are something I could live without.  I’m a little terrified that we are bringing another minion into the world in just a few months!….   But it’s our season.  I’m trying not to pout about it, which is hard. Every season has difficulties, some worse than others, but there’s always refining to be done, lessons to be learned, and finding joy in all circumstances. (So I hear….)

So for all ya’ll in the same season, I cry with you! Here’s a little peak into a day in the life of: JUST GETTING MY DAUGHTER TO EAT WITHOUT THROWING A HISSY FIT!!!!

1.  All beverages must have ice in them.  But you can’t just put ice in the sippy cup, she must hold the ice cube for as long as she chooses and will then plop it into her cup herself.  Tantrum averted.

2.  Applesauce is a must. But you can’t just hand over an applesauce pouch. No way! First, you must put the whole box of applesauces on the floor, then she will choose her pouch, run around with it until she asks for help. At this point, I will break the seal of the pouch and let her, of course, unscrew the cap herself, let her throw away the cap, and then finally…. applesauce time.  (will usually repeat this twice, since one pouch is not enough) Hooray, no crying.

3. Singing while eating.  My kid LOVES to sing. So in order to get her to eat another bite, sometimes we will sing “The Wheels on the Bus” as a reward.  The problem is it’s after every. single. bite. The wipers on the bus part is her favorite, but that’s verse 2… out of 3.  Each time. No pouty faces here!

4.  Pretending that her food is my food.  It’s stupid, but it works.  She will basically eat anything off of my plate, especially if I say “Do you want anymore of mommy’s chicken?”  The problem is that when I’m actually trying to eat myself, I don’t want to share my food… the nerve, mommy! So there’s usually a tantrum, but whatever kid… deal!

I think my husband’s face says it all…. On this particular day, she didn’t want to eat on a plate, but rather wanted to eat individual grains of rice off of the table.  We were there for a while…..

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We don’t let the toddler run the whole show, but sometimes, you pick your battles… and when there’s tantrums at every turn, you do what you can to survive, and repeat out loud, “it’s only a season, it’s only a season”….  and then turn on some dang cartoons!

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