We interrupt our regularly scheduled divination broadcast today to bring you the lament of a Mother - namely, me - whose child has entered the first part of the "no" stage. Here is a taste of how my morning has been:
Me: Good Morning, Brianna! (as I'm getting her out of the crib)
Brianna: No.
Unfazed, I continued on.
Me: Do you want a new diaper?
Brianna: No.
Me: Do you want to get dressed?
Brianna: No.
Me: Do you want to stay in PJs?
Brianna: No.
Me: Do you want breakfast?
Brianna: No.
Me: Do you want to read a book?
Brianna: No.
Me: Do you want to play with a toy?
Brianna: No.
So we got her a new diaper and got her dressed regardless, and she is munching her breakfast. I don't hold out much hope for the continuation of my sanity, however.
Goddess Bless,
Stacy
You can always follow the time honored tradition of asking your child pointlessly weird questions just to hear them answered with a no. It's good entertainment for a few days of this stage. Of course, so is Valium.
ReplyDeleteI remember those days.... piece of cake compared to the diva/princess attitude I get now... good luck with that! :)
ReplyDeleteWhen your sanity is sitting in a high chair, munching on breakfast wearing nothing more than a diaper and maybe a t-shirt, I think you'll have lost all hope, too... ;)
ReplyDeleteUgh... good luck, is all I can say!! LOL