I live!

After a (longer than I’d like) hiatus, I’m back. For some reason, blogger decided it didn’t want me posting. Possibly because it felt I had nothing important to say. And I didn’t. I still don’t. But I just wanted to put this out there:

Why oh why does my two-year-old daughter suddenly want to be a baby?

Okay, okay–don’t tell me. I’ve heard it all before. “She’s jealous.” “It’s a stage.” “Perfectly normal.” Yes, yes. I know.

That doesn’t relieve the frustration, and it also doesn’t help me solve the problem.

Actually, what I’m seriously considering is telling her that if she wants to be a baby, she can be one. Meaning diapers, two naps a day, no cows milk, no sugar treats, no gymnastics class, no bike riding, etc. I really don’t think she’d be able to stand it.

The problem is, neither would I.

I suppose it all depends on how desperate I get. After she came crawling up to me and babbled at me for several minutes straight, refusing to use her hard-earned words, I admit I’m pretty mystified. We’ve tried giving her extra attention. We’ve tried giving her less. We’ve tried correcting. We’ve tried ignoring. We’ve tried bribing. We’ve tried reasoning. Nothing seems to work for more than a day or two.

Maybe the problem is we’re not consistent enough. Which then makes me wonder: Where on earth did Ladybug learn to be so consistent if I can’t seem to manage it?

Or possibly, now that the issue seems to have reached its peak, it really will blow over.

…Wow, totally deja vu. I’ve dreamed writing this post before. Now that I think of it, I remember waking up that day and telling DB how I had such a strange dream that Ladybug was acting like an infant even though she was a toddler.

Too bad I can’t remember how the dream ended. Maybe the Lord will share that part of it with me again when I sleep tonight. Maybe a little angel will come down and ding the child on the head, like the one that used to visit Bill Cosby when he was home sick as a kid.

Oops, well, I’m out of time. StrawBee has found the bookshelves and one of my favorite books. Till next time!

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About Carolynn the Dyer

If I've learned one thing by having three children in four years, it's that babies are not, in fact, the best birth control. ... Okay, just kidding. I've really learned that laughter is the only way to survive the wilds of parenthood, and life in general. Also, that it is indeed possible to do dishes, parent, and carry on a conversation at the same time. If that sounds like fun, or just impossible, then come join me on my blog--and join me in the jungle.
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