I am having one heck of a time with Bram these days! Wowzer! I have a feeling he just doesn't particularly care for me, and frankly right now, he is not my favorite kid.
I am hoping this is a phase. Please sweet baby JESUS let this just be a phase. I really don't want him to grow up to be an asshole.
Hubby and I are pretty consistent with discipline, and he doesn't get away with much. So I don't know why this kid seems to talk back to me all of the time. Like a 13 year old girl!
Coco: Bram, time to turn off the television, let's do crafts.
Bram: (in a screeching, shrill yell) I don't want to do crafts, you're mean and I don't like you!
Coco: Do NOT talk to me like that! I am your mother and I don't like to be talked to like that.
Bram: I DON'T LIKE YOU!!
Coco: Well, that makes me really sad. I love you with all of my heart, more than any other little boy in the whole wide world.
Bram: I love you, I just don't like you.
(he is soooo smart!)
Coco: Go sit in your room.
And he went screaming all the way to his room, telling me how awful I am. Feet stomping, arms flailing, door slamming.
Isn't that a "conversation" I should be having with Tess in about 11 years about dating, makeup, boys, curfews and whatnot? This was an argument over CRAFTS! CRAFTS!!!
CRAFTS FOR A FOUR YEAR OLD! And the fact that I made him turn off his beloved "Charlie and Lola."
Please somebody tell me this is normal.
But then this morning, he woke up an angel. And I have the pictures to prove it.
I love this boy with all my heart and soul.
Assholeness and all.