We are ten days into TWO! and I'm beat.
Between the NO MORE NAP! status and the dozens of full on wrestling matches instigated daily, I'm just beat.
Nap Strike 2007 turned into a full embargo on the Land of Nod. The only saving grace is the early bedtime. But it doesn't seem worth the afternoon tantrums from the unnapped toddler.
Somebody (with the initials SB - not that I'm naming names) taught her how to round-house kick. Nice one.
She yells "HIIIIII YA!" and smacks me around like her name is Chuck Norris and I'm trying to keep the Delta Force down.
BTW - did you know that there is no chin under Chuck's beard? Yessir, there is only another fist. I'm pretty sure Bumper is also built that way but her extra fist is set to random and can pop out from any place, at any time (at least when she is near her mommy).
Yesterday I had to confiscate from her possession: a miniature hockey stick, a toy golf club, and a plastic hammer. She tried to use all three on me - at the same time. They have now joined the bat at the back of the closet.
Poop has shot to #1 on Bumper's Buzz Tot Talk trademark pending. Cynical Dad tells me poop talk will never end. Oh well, the first two years were fun. Who's idea was it to teach her to talk? Oh right, we thought it would make things easier.
Easier. That's laughable.
Each time I read another blogger's post extolling the beauty and ease of two I resist the urge to (i) cry and whine in their comments, (ii) call them LIARS, or (iii) swap toddlers with them in the dead of night.
I must end this by saying if any folks out there concerned about my sanity (*crickets chirping*) - oh come on, no one cares? Anyhooo... if some random stranger comes along and is all like "OMG what the hell is she complaining about? What a bad mom" to you I say "get a life and while you are out shopping, why don't you pick up a can of sense-o-humour". I wouldn't change a thing about Bumper, I'm just tired and constantly beat by a strong willed toddler. Something many many folks would give their left nut to experience.
Though while on topic... if given the chance to change something, I'd find her sleep control and have it adjusted in my favour, but other than that, I wouldn't change a single, precious thing.
[This is supposed to be a cute photo of B holding a big stick yet for some unknown reason Blogger hates me and won't upload - but trust me, it's cute]