So life with Eli is starting to get tough. Not that he still isn’t the sweetest kid on the planet, but some days, it seems like all we do is battle. It seems like lately all that comes out of my mouth is correction. Things like…
“Get out of there.”
“Put that down.”
“Don’t touch that.”
“Come. Here. NOW!”
“Stop. Stop. STOP!”
And I’m afraid this is only the beginning of our little battle of wills. The worst part is that he talks all the time, but I still can’t understand a word out of his mouth! It’s just so frustrating sometimes.
Anyway, here’s his current “favorite” place to play…The dog kennel.
Oh sure, he’s cute as a button. But this is where he makes a mess out of the dog food and puts it in the water and probably eats it for all I know. Oy. For a while, I was able to keep him out of it by locking the gate. But a couple of days ago, the kid figured out the latch and the next thing I knew, I was pulling him out. Again.
Lately I think I physically pull that kid out of there about five times a day. At least that’s how it seems. I find myself thinking, I can’t wait until he’s too big for that thing. But then I know he’ll just be into other stuff.
So today I moved the kennel into the kitchen by the back door in hopes it’ll be more out of sight out of mind. Plus we have gates installed that, when we are diligent about keeping them closed, keeps him confined to the living room/back of the house.
Oh well. Such is life. Such is parenting. It’s hard. I’m already tired and we’re only getting started. Ugh.
Anyway…thanks for letting me rant. I feel better.