So my batteries are dead in my camera....this is good. This means I can't take a picture of myself right now....this means you can't share in my agony. You've heard of Rocky, right? Come on, there are like 6 or 7 movies about him....you're bound to of seen at least one good Rocky bout. Well, right about now, I look like Rocky Balboa just after the big fight with Mr. T....No, I have not entered the women's cage fighting league here in Austin. I am, however, raising a hellion two year old....
My patience has been tried this whole week.....for some reason, my daughter has resorted to physical violence as of late, and it appears my face has huge bull's eye target pasted to it.
In one week she has bloodied my nose, put a nice goose egg bump on the back of my head, and now I am sporting a nice shiner and (hopefully not) a near broken nose. No, SHE has not joined the women's cage fighting league either....
The bloody nose happened while I bent down in front of her car seat to retrieve the cup she chunked under the seat during the ride....as I reached with one hand, I reminded her that we don't throw things because...BAM!...she kicked me right in the nose. I was so shocked, I did not even notice I had started to bleed....she looked just as shocked as she said, "Oh, mama...you have ketchup in your nose." I don't think she meant to full out kick me....it was odd, like she was playing but suddenly she completely lost control of her leg and foot. I was mad, but after closing the car door and taking a few deep breaths, and a few refreshing whiffs of baby powder scented wipes (I had to clean the blood), I opened the door to hear her say, "Sorry, mama."
We'll call that one a freak accident.....
The next day, Kaelan and I sat in dentist office waiting for an appointment...she had not been the happiest kid to be around that day, whiny and grouchy to say the least, but she was somewhat pleasant as we waited, enjoying our time playing with a huge pirate ship in the waiting room. Kaelan decided she wanted me to read her a book....I told her I would after she helped with cleaning up the pirate ship toys...to which I got a resounding, "No! I CAN'T clean up, I want to read!
"***Just a note, "I CAN'T" is the hip phrase in our house...it basically means "I won't, try to make me, I'm testing my boundaries, I am two...deal with it."***
Anyhow, I turned to hand her the bucket to start cleaning, and....BAM!...a pirate ship slammed into the back of my head....no accident this time.....good times!
So.....we had a long lesson on that one....I pray that chunking stage is over.
Oh yeah, the black eye you ask? Well that happened at play group today....Kaelan and another little girl were jamming out with some toy instruments....really jamming out. As Kaelan spun around in circles singing and shaking the heck out of her maraca, she made the mistake of closing her eyes...in her dizziness she started going down....but like a true mariachi maraca maiden, she kept shaking her heart out....unfortunately, my nose got in the way of the down beat.
My toddler has won this round.....I think I am down for the count.
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