I thought Jamie was my stubborn child. Now I'm eating my words. I guess all two year olds are conniving, iron willed little tornadoes of furiousity? We managed to clear out the church cry room. You know...the place where noisy little kids are allowed. Either every other child in there was overly angelic, or Charlie really is that bad. Neither one is very comforting to me. I'm pretty sure the thought forefront on everyone's mind was "Supernanny/Nanny 911 candidate."
I feel like I need to turn in my resignation as his mom, or wear a sign on my head that says "I really do discipline this child."
I haven't figured out how to outmaneuver a kid who throws a fit intentionally so he will get punished. i.e. If he wants to leave the grocery store, he throws a tantrum. He knows he'll get in trouble, but getting in trouble is better than doing something he doesn't want to do.
If he's not allowed to get out of time out until he changes his attitude, then he just pretends he likes sitting there. There's almost no such thing as a punishment where he loses. At least not yet. We're still working on it.
He woke up at three in the morning and demanded cereal and mickey mouse with all the imperialism of an emperor. When that didn't work out so well for him, he stubbornly refused to sleep the rest of the night. Where does he get the will power to hang on that long? I finally "won" that battle, just as Jim's alarm went off and he and Jamie got up for the day.
I'd say how I love getting only three hours of sleep, but truthfully, I don't have room to complain. Normally, they both sleep fine. I'm pretty sure even with the evil spawn that took my sweet baby's place, my life is pretty fun. We get up, we eat strawberry pancakes, and spend the rest of the day either building giant cities out of playmobil, legos and lincoln logs, or we play Jamie's new favorite game. Dragon Pizzeria. Every now and then you stumble across a real gem at the library, and this book is our current favorite. Two dragons who make pizza and deliver it to fairy tale people? The possibilities are endless. Jamie makes the pizza, Charlie delivers it, and together they think up every possible pizza to character combination you can think of. Did you know Frosty the snowman likes ice cream pizza? Lemon drop pizza for Dumbledore, applewitch pizza for Aslan and melon pizza for Appa. The storms we encounter getting from Narnia to Hogwarts are insane. My kids can't carry a tune in a bucket, but they make good sound effects. Probably because they aren't children with human mouths and vocal chords. They're actually dragons. So they say.
Maybe that's why I'm having such a hard time with Charlie. Apparently I need to pick up Dragon Parenting for Dummies.