Oh my sweet child. Or not so sweet at times. Brynlee is a great baby for the most part. She plays on her own, will be held or fed by anyone and is generally happy to just hang out. She loves running errands, going to eat or anything like that. As long as she has people to look at she is a happy camper.
However, she has developed quite the baby attitude. While she is still content to sit and hang out, she needs someone to be sitting with her. Anyone really, it could be the cat for all she cares as long as it's someone. Otherwise the baby tude comes out, and she screams/squeals/fake cries until someone pays attention to her. If I ignore her temper tantrum (as I sometimes do, after making sure that she is absolutely fine and just being a pill) it escalates to an octave even higher, in that the dogs in the neighborhood start barking and wailing.
The power struggle has begun already. I knew it would happen eventually, but I am surprised at it happening this early. While Jimmy and I are not on the same page with a ton of things it seems, we are united on this. We will not have a brat child. Not happening. These baby fits are not here to stay, that is for sure.
I'm a fan of tough love, but I'm not a fan of being mean. I think there is a balance there, and that is what I strive to achieve. I can admit though that some days when my patience is thin, and the baby fit starts I wonder yet again what I got myself into. I'm so grateful that Brynlee is forgiving and is still excited to see me even if I've lost my patience and had to leave the room for a while.
Usually by the end of the day I'm counting down the minutes until it's her bed time and I can have some alone time or fun time for myself. Then I look at her sleeping and wonder how I could have been so frustrated at something so beautiful. I get disappointed in myself and vow to be more patient tomorrow. But the cycle repeats the next day and then I'm quickly reminded that she is cute for a reason. Otherwise no one would deal this crap!
Look at this face. It's impossible to stay frustrated with something so cute for long.
Waiting for James to arrive!
3 years ago