Tuesday, July 25, 2006
I was reading on my renter's blog a few days ago about how she was feeling about the lack of blogging about her child, and how she had come to grips with the fact that you don't need to have every single post about your child because ... well ... as much as we love our children, it is hard to understand the dynamic of them when you aren't there and witnessing them first-hand.
But let me give you a little glimpse into the persona of the Chandelier Monkey, if you don't mind. If you do, well you know where that X is on your screen.
The Monkey is a petite little thing. When she was born, she weighed in at a whopping 4 pounds 13 ounces. After having the Queen weigh in at 9 9 and the Man in at 8 13, I didn't know what to do with a child that size. And she hasn't outgrown it. I feared that she might be meek or not be able to hold her own. So far from the truth.
Now, when she throws her little three year old fits at home, I deal with it in an expeditious manner. She gets whisked off to time outs on the floor. And then she resumes the same activity that landed her in the time out in the first place. This child screams, screeches, yells, corrects her brother, argues with him, tells her sister to sit down... the list goes on and on. And we have to constantly tell her to curb it.
However, the tables are turned when he go out to eat somewhere. The playing field is different. Here, Mom and Dad have NO control over what is said and done by the Monkey. If she even LOOKS like she is going to cry, we try to divert her attention. If the Door Man starts to argue with her, and she gets that mean look in her eye, we tell the Door Man to knock it off. Because let me tell you: heck hath no fury like the Monkey scorned.
We practically bend over backwards to get her to think about something else.
Have you ever seen Twilight Zone: The Movie? It was Episode Three where a little boy could make all his wishes come true. I just remember how they would walk on eggshells around him, making sure that noone ticked him off for fear of what he would do to them. Yeah ... imagine that at a restaurant.
Because you know ... Ace and I don't want to live the rest of our lives inside the tv where our kids could turn us on and off with the remote control. But maybe we already do.
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
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