If you saw an empty post similarly titled last night, oops. Wasn’t supposed to happen but when you fail to pay attention to what your clicker-finger is doing, ……..
So.
Boo has been something else here lately and I thought writing on her antics would be a nice change of pace. She’s very head-strong, knows what she wants and when and has no problem making sure YOU know. A few nights ago I was trying to get her to clean up her toys. She used to LOVE to help clean up but here lately she wants no part of that. When I ask her to clean up her toys she’s quick to say, “No, you cwean up, Ganma!”. Mike tried to get her to clean up, asking her, “Do you know how to clean up your toys?” She shot back, “Ganma knows how to cwean.”
Little bugger.
On this particular night I was trying to be more firm, set those boundaries! It wasn’t working so I decided to throw in a bluff-threat. “If you don’t clean up your toys I’m going to have to throw them away!” She was in the middle, quite literally in the middle of yelling the word “NO” when she stopped, grabbed three toys and ran past me to my trash can. She threw them away!
AND THEN RAN, GOT MORE TOYS, AND TRIED TO THROW THEM AWAY, TOO!
People, I had to tie the bag in my trash can closed to stop her from throwing all her toys away. She didn’t just call my bluff, she rubbed my face in it. Hard! Taught me a lesson, she did. Don’t bluff the master!
I was outside on the porch a couple of days ago. Boo was standing at the door, talking away and showing me her blocks. This is usual and I was half paying attention, half squinting from the glare of the sun. I noticed she had gotten quiet and as I turned to make sure she was still standing there I heard a little “clicK” followed by, “Haha!”. She tried to lock me out! She only slid the lock enough for it to run into the latch thing but that’s all it took to scare me. Now I make sure the screen door isn’t shut all the way when I’m on the porch.
Pretty sure she thinks she gets my computer if I’m locked out of the house.
Friday morning I was in bed waiting on Boo to wake up when I heard a most gigantic butt-blast. She jumped, gasped and, with the groggiest voice ever, asked, “Boo poot??” (only she used her name, not Boo). I laughed and told her yes, she’d pooted. That woke up her completely and she replied, “Ganma! I so happy!” in the absolute sweetest voice! Only, she followed immediately with, “GET UP!!” in a demon-robot voice. There was no pause between the sweet voice and the robot voice. It was the funniest thing! She then proceeded to bark orders in her mean little robot voice, telling me to move my legs, stand up and, finally, come get her. She didn’t break from the robot voice until I was standing at her crib with my arms outstretched to pick her up.
Boo, my own personal Overlord!
It’s moments like these that make the terrible-twos a bit easier to take.