H has pulled a couple of new tricks out of her bag….her bag from the sick and twisted carnival it would seem. The first one is head banging. H is only eighteen months old I know. And, I am sure she is frustrated alot of the time….I would be too if E was my older sister! But seriously, banging my head against the wall, the floor, the fridge, the window sills is not a habit I would willing pick up! Come on kid. I do my best to keep you safe and relatively mark free and here you go, bashing your head on any hard surface within heads reach! What’s up with that….am I that bad? I just don’t get it. I stop her as soon as I can because I can’t bear to watch it. I hate that she hurts herself. I hate that bashing her head is what works for her. I hate that people must think I wallop my kid up side the head just by looking at her dented, bruised forehead!
Her other new thing is terror over the toilet. She is okay if I am going to the bathroom or E is. In fact, she is trying to put toys and hands in there most of the time. Try to hang her but over it and you would think I was trying to kill her. This morning she was standing in the dinning room grunting. I asked her if she was pooping which she replied yes! Yeah…off to the toilet we go. I got her diaper off, pulled the step stool over and helped her climb onto it. It went wrong from this point on. Her little arms wrapped so tightly around my kneck, her mouth pressed to the side of my head close to my ear, her screaming NO – I saw stars! H went stiff as a board and would not let go of my kneck. We are done. No poops today. So, I thought to myself…maybe she needs to see me go. I put her infront of me, and I went pee…….and so did she, all over my foot. Awesome! Let me tell you….nothing like cleaning up pee from yourself, your kid and your freshly washed bathroom floor. What a way to start a day! So our first crack at using the potty was a no go. I guess I am going to have to dig up the little potty and get it out. This pisses me off because our bathroom is micro small. In it we have a stool, a basket of bath toys and soon a potty. I don’t know where I will actually stand to brush my teeth, but oh well, maybe H won’t be so terrified to sit on this other one. I have head of kids being scared of the toilet, but I never thought one of my kids would have this fear…those fears happen to other people’s kids right? Hmmm…maybe I should educate myself via internet…ha ha ha.
