After months of having fun with Mia, just doing our daily "day-to-day" with little to no consequence, life throws a curveball at us. Or maybe we've been well overdue. I mean, after a string of a few solid months when people ask you, "How are you? How's life?" and you genuinely can say, "Great!" without adding qualifiers in your head ("Well, it'd be MORE wonderful if ____..."), maybe our time for real nonsense had arrived.
Maybe it is time for the terrible twos.
Mia is less than a month away from entering the age of two, technically, but behaviorally she's been there for the past month or so. Greg and I are starting to feel like everybody's out of sync, out of control and we need some firm footing again.
So, back to the drawing board where decisions will be made, a few choices eliminated, and this chiquita bambina is going to relearn who's the boss. Not her...ME. Not her...Daddy.
I'm all about "empowering" kids to know what they're capable of doing, but I'm not all about entitling kids to feel like anything's free game. So, while my actions may not have been clear to Mia in the past about communicating this ideal, it's about to change.
Wish us luck and send up a prayer or share a word of encouragement with us. We're total n00bs and humbly admit we need the most guidance here.
And to total newbies: Don't worry...it's not always like this, and every kid is different, and you can learn from our mistakes! That's part of the point of this blog...to share ideas!