So, my dear Miss Chloe has been "3 in a row" for just over a month now and I've already decided that I liked it immensely better when she was 2. I honestly feel like she's had an infusion of adolescent hormones this last month. Not that she wasn't opinionated before, of course, but nowadays she throws an absolute fit when she doesn't get her way. And, with Mama, that can be frequently. She has told me countless times in the last week that she just doesn't like me and is running away. We have daily battles over the way she [man]handles Colby and she is quickly befriending the window behind the timeout chair because I now make her sit facing the wall when she's in trouble. Then, after all the drama with me, Kenneth will get home and attempt to interact with her and she'll spurn him and start crying for me. Last week during one of her "I just don't like you, mom" fits, I had visions of Chloe as a teenager. I could really see her and I started to get really worried. Chloe is extremely smart and incredibly stubborn, but she also got her Dad's disdain for rules. The only way we're going to survive her teenage years is if we do our job now and equip her to make the right decisions on her own. I want her to hear our voices in her head and not run the other direction.
Really, I can see how so many people are just plain bad parents...It would be so much easier to give in to Chloe's tantrums most of the time. Luckily, I'm just as stubborn as she is.
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