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Showing posts with label biting. Show all posts

Thursday, May 6

We've got a biter on our hands

How is it that a blonde-haired, blue-eyed angelic-looking boy that blows kisses and delivers a hand full of weed-flowers to older ladies to make them melt, can be a holy terror?

In my experience, teething gets blamed for almost everything. Just ask my mom. Teething is the reason for, crankiness, not getting enough sleep, colds, not eating, runny noses, fevers, diarrhea and now biting. I get it, somewhat. Except that the American Academy of Pediatrics and all those "learned doctors that went through so much schooling" seem to disagree with most of my mother's wise words. Which in itself is ironic because, according to her, usually if your title starts with a DR or an REV, your opinion has got to be right.

So what is it? Sheer frustration with not being able to communicate? Impatience? Budding soon-to-be-out-of-control temper?

I think I'm leaning more toward the "just being plain rotten" explanation. A good friend of mine summed it up pretty good when she referred to her children's bad behavior as "they're just being sinners." Amen sister to that.

But I guess I'd have to include myself in that explanation when the cherubim decided to lock down on my arm and drew some blood. He bit so hard, I was seriously thinking it was infected because of how much it welted up within minutes.

During his and mommy's appointed time-out, I ended up apologizing to the 4-year-old girl who is always soaking up all of the events, reactions and words being said. She saw reactions she probably shouldn't have seen, no bad words thankfully, but I shutter to think of her reacting that way towards anybody.

Good news is, could there be any better time to point out my imperfections and turn her attention to our Heavenly Father's perfect love for us and remind her of how much more He loves us even when we bite him? I'm sure the concept of biting Jesus is a little far-fetched in her mind, but at least I think she's getting the love part.

So here's a question for the 3 readers I have:

What did you do with a biting child?

For each biting incident, all the circumstances have been different: impatience, lack of communication skills, disobedience, being wronged.

Our MOPS group had the Wise Women Panel today and even our wise women were stumped, or at least their answers weren't the spelled out equation or list of suggestions to try next I was looking for.

It's certainly not everyday, which is really good for his father because farming 1100 acres could get a bit difficult with a toddler riding around in the front seat all day long. And it also gives me a chance to refuel my admiration for his sweet little face that loves to give his mommy open-mouth kisses.

If you get a chance, let me know what you think I should try next. I'm aware that my pride is an issue also because the idea of having "that kid that bites" is horrifying to me. So what I'm looking for is not only practical advice for our little wolf in sheep's clothing, but also advice on my struggles as well.

Friday, November 6

A new season

I know I've reached another new and exciting season in my life when:
  • The 3.5 year old has become the house's #1 bossy tattle-tale: (referring to Nathan...) "Mommy, I think he's not chelling the truth" and even the dog mopes around more because there's another person to boss her around, "No, Gracie! Go lay down! Put your head down and be still. Don't eat my food. Eat your own food."
  • She is starting to get the concept of germs, "Are germs reeeeeeeealy little?"
  • I find myself teaching her the concept of rhyming by conjuring up silly sentences like, "Once he peered, he feared the weird beard." "The king is going to sing with a ring on his wing." "The deli gave Kelle a smelly jelly belly." (That's her favorite) and "The fat cat wearing a hat sat on a rat lying on the mat." She did point out two rhyming words I unknowingly said this morning, so something must be working.
  • She referred to me as "Your Highness" this morning (I'm sure it's too many times watching Cinderella).
  • Nathan is letting me hold and cuddle him. He's also becoming interested in books.
  • He bites his sister's arm, 1) out of pure frustration with not being able to communicate anything other than his normal high-pitch "Uhhh!", or 2) he's just plain rotten.
  • My beautiful little girl is showing fashion-goddess tendencies that would give Tim Gunn the chills. (This morning was red, green and white striped velour pants, a shin-length teal summer dress with cupcake smocking, a pink polar tec coat and tennis shoes with pink and brown tiger-striped print socks). I know my mother is truly enjoying watching all of the fashion struggles in our home because it happened 30 years ago to her.
  • It really is finally getting cooler.

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