It’s been a while. A busy life with kids has gotten in the way of my blog about a busy life with kids! How ironic. There is lots to catch up on! It was a busy summer with the kids and now a busy fall and winter too! Muffin started Kindergarten! I thought I’d have more time on my hands when he started Kindergarten as he’d be in 5 days a week…boy was I wrong. Partially because, despite repeated warnings from friends, I volunteered to be Room Parent (cue scary doomsday music). More on that later. Here is my little guy on his first day of school. The only tears shed that day were from Mommy.
On his first full day, Princess Pea (formerly known as Madam Poopsalot) kept asking all day where her brother was. When I came to pick him up after his first full day, Princess Pea could hardly contain her excitement and ran straight to him with the biggest smile and gave him the longest, hardest hug I have ever seen her give. This is particularly shocking (and cute) considering that she’s constantly rebuffing his hugs and cuddles.
I’ve digressed! There is just so much to tell over the past several months! What does all this have to do with Girls Gone Wild, you ask?! Absolutely nothing. So let’s get to it.
Princess Pea is now three. Just prior to her birthday, she was on target for her receptive language but was about a year behind on her expressive language. I’ve taken her to several specialists and there seems to be no other issues except for the fact she isn’t speaking much or annunciating very well. Now, to say she doesn’t speak sure doesn’t mean that she is a bad communicator! Girl can C-O-M-M-U-N-I-C-A-T-E! She has a few key words…like “NO!”. She uses that one liberally and with force. She can also throw a wicked tantrum. My son never really did the tantrum thing. Princess Pea, on the other hand does it with drama and flair. Fortunately tantrums are not super frequent but when they do occur, watch out! Usually I attempt the lovingbighugitout solution. This usually just results in her going ‘boneless’ and dropping to the floor, where she’ll start flailing about like an epileptic fish. So, don’t try that ‘solution’ unless you enjoy getting kicked in the face by a rogue foot. I do not.
However, these crazy wild dramatic tantrums aren’t what concerns my husband. Oh no! It’s the things like pulling her skirt up over her head (why do little girls do that?!?!). The desire to go shirtless (if big brother is doing it why can’t I?). And it’s her attempts to ‘help’ us apply her after-bath lotion…directly to her privates! Granted that last one comes from her thinking it’s just like diaper rash cream. Dr. McCutiePants is convinced she’s destined to be the star of Girls Gone Wild and poor Daddy is sweating bullets.