All I Want For Christmas...
...is a daughter who doesn't say no... to everything, but who accepts no as an answer to an unreasonable request (where the definition of "unreasonable" is anything I deem so at any given moment).
My daughter is three and don't get me wrong, I love her independence and spunk... to a point. The infamous "terrible-twos?" --were not so terrible. But, the not-so-famous-though-undeservedly-so "attitude-threes" are living up to their name in the worst way (some days).
What could have brought on such an unconventional wish-list?
Listening to G crying and screaming "I want my banana" for the last 15 minutes after I tossed (escorted) her into the dungeon (her room) without the rest of her lunch. What was her crime? Throwing a fit at the dining table when the "wicked witch" (mama) informed her that there would be no more yogurt until she had finished her banana. Upon hearing that, G threw her banana across the table and the tantrum began.
Such crimes at the lunch table are punishable by early onset of the dreaded NAP. I think this is a fair punishment given that shaking her into submission was the only other alternative I could think of, if I had to listen to the screaming one more freaking second.
Naturally, the minute I removed her from the table and shut her door, her desperate pleas for the banished banana began.
So, don't give me chic apparel that will be soon be stained with pureed carrots and French perfume is a waste since it cannot compete with baby vomit. And please, please don't waste your time on stocking stuffers--I still have that life-saver book from last year.
I want SUBMISSION and OBEDIENCE! Is that too much to ask?
So, Santa, Baby
if you can leave this
under the tree
lil' ol' me