Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Mr. Grumpy Pants

So, I've got a grumpy one today. I know we are all entitled to our bad days and our baby fits, but man, a toddler in a bad mood is way worse than an adult in a bad moood. Way worse.

From the moment he got up this morning, he has been a Mr. Grumpy Pants.

"Mommy, I want to watch TeeVeeeeeeeeeee."

"Okay, what do you want to watch?"

(a commercial for Special Agent Oso comes on the Disney channel)

"No! I don't like that show!"

"Yes, you do. And besides, this is a commercial, not a show."

"No! I don't like that show!"

"Okay, do you want to watch Mickey Mouse?"


"Do you want to watch Phineas and Ferb?"


"Do you want to watch Jack's Big Music Show?"


"Toot and Puddle?"


(geez - so, I turned on Jake and the Neverland Pirates and he was happy for about 2 seconds)

"Mommy, I want some chocolate milk."

"Okay, what do we say when we want someone to do something for us?"


"Nope, that's not it. What do we say?"


"It starts with a "puh" and ends in a "lease"."


"You aren't getting any chocolate milk until you say the magic word."


About 10 minutes later, after he finally said "please", I brought him his chocolate milk - he took one look at it and threw it over his shoulder. Moody!!

"Mommy, I need help. Put Darth Maul's light saber on him for me."

"You can do it. I know you can!"

"NO! I CAN'T!"

"Yes, you can. And I am driving, Max. I have to look at the road. I can't do it right now."


"Just try, Max. You are going to have to do it yourself."

So, finally, he tries and does it himself.

"Mommy! Look I did it! I put his light saber on him!"

"Yay! Good job! See, you are such a smart cookie!"


I have accepted that I am not going to win today.


  1. I so don't miss those days - well - maybe I do - Two teenage girls is enough to drive anyone

    Love to you
    I've Become My Mother

  2. Oh boy, I know those days. My son likes to make believe he is fussy and does a fussy voice and it freaks me out! I"m like "WHAT? What is wrong NOW?" "NO, Mama, I am pretending to be fussy."

    sigh. Really? I don't need the theatrics, Mister.

    Hugs to you! and a few cocktails too.


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