Here Comes Trouble
May 13, 2010 by Lisa Beth
I think my tough little cookie might be getting too tough. I got word from daycare this week that Brooklyn is having to be separated from the other kids at times. That she finds the kids smaller than her, grabs them by the neck and wrestles them to the ground. The other kids don’t like this. I have a feeling that it might be due to the fact that this is the way her and her brother play at home. It’s getting really tiring yelling WYATT LEAVE Y OUR SISTER ALONE! Or WYATT GET OFF YOUR SISTER! 89,000 per day. It’s inevitable that I have to separate them at least 6 times before dinner. And we eat dinner pretty much right when we get home from school. It’s like a full time job, separating those two. I don’t understand why Wyatt can’t just LEAVE HER ALONE. I will separate them, make Wyatt sit away from her for a bit (like a mini timeout) and as soon as he is “released” from the time out, most times he deliberately runs by her, just close enough to knock her down. Or he goes directly back to “tickling her” with “the claw”. Seriously? Am I talking to myself? Or did I not make myself clear when I told you to LEAVE HER ALONE. I fear she is picking up some bad habits from this.
The worst is when she is sitting nicely playing. Quietly. And Wyatt decides he needs to tickle her, or wrestle with her, or poke her or take her toy away. This leads to the blood curdling screams that I so often talk about. Why can’t he see, like the rest of us do, that if the girl is playing QUIETLY by herself, it is best to not disturb the peace?
Some days I think I’m going to lose my voice screeching at him to get away from her. No wonder she’s picking on the little kids at school. She finally found someone her own size to pick on.
I am starting to worry that Brooklyn is headed down the same road Wyatt was at this age. Speech is slow with her as well, and maybe she is using actions to speak what her mouth can not. We went through a horrible time with Wyatt when he could not communicate and I wasn’t even sure my sanity would survive through it. I just, for some reason, thought that this next kid would be different. You know, perfect? Don’t I deserve a perfect child? DON’T ALL MOTHERS DESERVE AT LEAST ONE PERFECT CHILD? Hmmmm. Maybe the next one? After that, I’m done trying.
She still really only has her three words that she knows. Daddy, Puppy and Baby. Yesterday we are pretty sure she said Please when asking for some strawberries. And I swear she says Shoes when we are getting ready in the morning. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking. Maybe I’m just more paranoid because of what we went through with Wyatt. I really don’t think I can be moving around to multiple daycares again this year. Hopefully we can get this under control??? Why are my children so rough?
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