I started my day yesterday struggling to get Grey dressed (this is pretty common). But yesterday, the issue was that he didn’t want a long-sleeved shirt on. He kept pulling the arms up and pulling the neck away from him (all while crying). Finally we found something he (and I) were both OK with. Craig got to go in a little later to work yesterday so we decided to go to Panera for bagels (or “agles” as Grey calls them) and coffee. Grey was the one who was running around in circles and through our legs like it was a tunnel while waiting in line. When we sat down, he sat for about 2 minutes and then started jumping on his seat in our booth. All while singing his own little song very loudly. We quickly finished and removed him from the situation by leaving the restaurant (so others could enjoy their morning coffee in peace).
I had a couple errands to run, so Craig went off to work and Grey and I headed to Kohls first. I cleverly put him in his stroller knowing that keeping him contained would make my trip in the store quicker and much easier. About 2 minutes into our time there, he was pitching a fit and managed to squirm himself out of the stroller. Ugggg. For a while he was content pushing the stroller, but then he just wanted to roam. Ok….that trip had to be cut short. When we got in the car, I still had my sanity and was even optimistic about still making my last stop: the scrapbook store (I don’t scrapbook, but I needed some paper for a project I’m working on). Again, I put him in the stroller when we got there. Again, he squirmed his way out right away. He started running all around the store, knocking things down on purpose, and grabbing pieces of paper (and when a 2 year old “grabs” paper, it’s pretty much ruined). I ended up carrying him around (while pushing the empty stroller, carrying the things I needed to buy, AND being pregnant). Being carried is NOT what he wanted though. He screamed and tried to get out of my arms. While checking out (buying about 3 extra sheets of paper than I had planned….thanks to Grey), the lady was rushing to get me the heck out of there and others just turned their heads. I’m not easily embarrassed, but man, it was kind of humiliating. I wanted to shout: I AM a good mom! He IS a great little boy! When we got outside the store, I set him down, and we talked about how naughty he had been in the store (while raising my voice a little louder than I’m proud of). I put him in his carseat (with resistance, of course), and was seriously mad the whole way home. I looked back at one point and saw his sweet little face looking silently out the window. For as “naughty” as he had been, I couldn’t stay mad! I will say though…. when we got home, I needed a nap much more than he did!!!
Yes, he needs consistent discipline, yes he needs boundaries and structure. We know all this and we are trying so hard to give him these things. But, he’s also a boy. He also has A LOT of energy. A friend of mine posted this article yesterday and I resonated with it so much! It makes me feel a little better and reassures me that I’m not alone. I’m happy to have a “spirited child”…..I’m just hoping this next one will be a tad more mellow?!
http://www.ivillage.com/raising-your-spirited-child/6-a-128312?p=1

















