he gets in there and refuses to come out. i kneel down and ask again, he refuses again. this goes on … and never ends! little toddler monster.
if there is another name for monster , it has to be TODDLER!
and why not, toddlers make a mess out of our life. these days its all about making sure the day ends without a single broken thing in the house, without spilling a glass of juice, with no extra load of dirty clothes that need immediate attention and cleaning, with no screaming shouting and asking the same questions a dozen times!
lets not mention the fact once the kid turns two, he has to pee in public and shout at you to clean up the mess, he has to.. HAS TO ! play peekaboo with you while you are in the toilet checking whats app msgs, he has to wake up early morning just to have a sip of water and often skip meal time for which you cooked for over an hour in the super hot kitchen heat.
wow! such a wonderful kid i have.
by the way, the neighbor complained early this week, someone spilled mango juice outside their door and that someone was calling out to come inside but they could see no one from the window pane.. of course, my little one is too tiny to reach the height where people can see him from the window.
and last evening , we had a buttermilk festival at home. whoever spills buttermilk at maximum number of spots in the house. including my mil’s favorite beige sofa tapestry gets an award! the award is to go out on a long drive date in the car with dad and not come back until mum’s finished cleaning it up!
and D won! he was the only one who managed to have the courage to make all those extra large puddles despite me giving him large red gleaming eye looks, he took that as appreciation for the wonderful edible art work he did. i have an artist at home i tell u!! and what an artist he is… he can roll dough and flour everywhere in the home. even my carpet! imagine each room having a weird different smell from the other at the end of the day! you can congratulate him on successfully doing this every single day when you meet him next. one room smells of potty filled diaper, one room smells of flour, one smells of milk spills and another some random food he made a paste of and played like its sand n water!
and the weirdest of all this is, i let the monster do this! because it makes him happy. and there is nothing more sad than an unhappy child.
that doesn’t mean he is forgiven for all the brat work he has graduated into doing:
monsters shout in temples and try rolling on the ground to see a bug crawling!
these days bugs are what he loves observing. i am not a hater of all living things but bugs creep me oooouuut! specially the ones that want to crawl in your kitchen and even bathrooms. my son… TALKS TO THEM! yes, the future mr.spider man thinks they talk back to him. and all i say to my little man, ‘ sweety, can you plz ask your friends to leave my kitchen and evacuate my washroom?’ specially the spider that wants to make a home under the basin and i never let him do so !
said n done!! he goes under the basin and shoos them off.
monsters are fearless.
toddlers are monsters. period.
they behave all excited when going to school and then beat up a classmate and make a mess of all the goody-looks character mommy tried to build all these months. i close my eyes and pray this never happened! never even once!
beating up someone and tugging his classmate’s collar is something my son has been trying to be professional in!
i will make sure no masters degree is achieved in this game atleast!
cruel though it may sound, i scare him by saying i will tie his hands! hahaha, and yes, it works all the time!
nothing is more embarrassing than your kid pushing someone and biting someone’s fingers!
did you know toddler monsters are difficult to handle in restaurants?
they empty the spoon/fork stands, they throw things under the table and often while mommy n daddy are ignoring and enjoying the meal the monster sneaks coins out of mumma’s purse and pass it on to kids on the next table! coins are ok, i am not comfortable when my son passes my car keys to anyone!!!
we try to ignore and laugh it off, untill some stupid old fat lady gives us looks that say, ‘we are not good parents’ ;
and i give a ‘i dont care how you feel ‘ look to her!
when the day out with the monster is finally over, he has to sleep with his legs where
his head should be! and often out of love hit mommy on the face in sleep with legs. and roll over her and take over all the space she needs to sleep. poor mommy!
so much more to say, this post can never end. but i have to get back to that 3 dozen toys lying on the floor, waiting to be stacked and put in the toy box.
the laundry demands my attention,
new diapers have to be bought because he refuses potty training session,
the spoon and mango bits need to be recovered from under the sofa where they were hidden by purpose.
the chips and half eaten cheese cube needs to be kept in the fridge, though they wont be eaten because its not new. it was half finished and not a perfect cube anymore.
pending work awaits,
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love to all your little monsters,