Friday, December 19, 2008

Dear Santa

All I Want For Christmas... 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

let's see

if you can leave this

under the tree


lil' ol' me


Jenners said...

You know, the last time I visited I didn't notice we have the same blog background! Cool!

Oh I've had my share of these type of tantrums. The other night it was about chicken nuggets. Only my husband can reason with him...I literally have to leave the room. And I hate to tell you that my son is 4 so you still have a long way to go. If Santa brings you what you asked for, I'm FedExing a letter to him ASAP.

Aly @ Lip Zip said...

Oh Annje. I hear you more than you know. BUT! We are living up to the Terrible Twos over here and they started when this kid was 18 months old. I don't even think Santa can give me what I really want. HELP!

Annje said...

Jenners: I suspected that it was a long-lasting "phase" (since it has been going on for some time now) so I am so happy to have my suspicions confirmed ;-) (Yes, I had noticed that you had such lovely taste in backgrounds too!)

Aly--oh we had the "terrible-twos" (also starting around 18 months) but they now seem so tame in comparison, it is almost funny. I'd hate to be the one to tell you that you are in for it... (lol)