...and it happens to be to scare the living pee out of my own child. Is that wrong?
The above picture is the demon in question. This was taken a few months ago and she's already changed so much, but don't her eyes just say it all?
The kid is definitely up to something.
Oh, the plans she must have! Someday, I think she hopes to take over the world. She's on her way, that's for sure. And the dimples? They are merely there to distract and disarm you when she is on a mission. It only takes one dimply, sparkly grin for her to gain control. Combining that with a good belly giggle has been known to drop grown men to their knees.
Seriously, I need to find something that this child is afraid of. Her favorite 'game' of wriggling out of my grasp and darting across the parking lot at a full sprint is getting very old. She is not afraid of cars. She is not afraid of strangers. More importantly, she is not afraid of me nor David. Mommy and Daddy using their best 'game face' and angry tone of voice do nothing for her. Well, I shouldn't really say that. They do something for her: They make her laugh like that was the best joke she's ever heard!
And to think I never knew I was that funny.
I beginning to become afraid for her. I mean, my first two never gave me these kinds of worries. I'm starting to think that the first two being so calm has absolutely nothing to do with my parenting skills. They actually had me fooled into thinking I was a good mom. My second one had me worried for a bit but really seems to be turning into a pretty likeable little kid. She is even overcoming her extreme shyness and making friends her own age.
Frankly, I'd rather deal with shyness. I used to joke about needing 'Prozac for preschoolers' for her. Funny thing is, I don't see 1YO and I getting through her childhood without at least one of us being on some sort of medication.
In the meantime, it's time to start keeping the harness in the car. That's right, I'll be 'that mommy!' And proud of it when we both come out of this phase in one piece.
Any words of wisdom for this stressed-out mommy? I would absolutely love some input here.
Now, where did I put that harness?