I don’t know

my brain is tired from  a long day. I don’t know what to put here except that I am perplexed by J’s recent meltdowns and outburst.


Picking their own costumes


Last year J decided the day before Halloween to be a vampire, so I bought him a cape and some plastic fangs.  This year, he decided the first weekend of October when he got a trick or treat bag from the farm that he would again be a vampire.  Little J told us he wanted to be a shark (costume already in our dress up box.)  We’ve spent the entire month playing dress up, but Little J has still wanted to be a shark for trick or treating.  Early in the month, I decided to end some dressup time battles and get Little J a matching cape so he’d stop stealing J’s.  Last weekend we went to some parties and he decided to wear the cape instead of his shark.  Still all this week, when we asked him what he wanted to be, he said “Shark, chomp chomp chomp.”

After his nap yesterday, he had a snack and then brought me his spider man costume to wear “for trick or treating.”  Okay no problem.  But trick or treating was still an hour away.  In that time we had battles about taking the costume off (he wanted to), eating food before getting candy, not eating the candy that I was going to pass out, which shoes to wear, whether pants were necessary, whether a shark could wear a vampire cape, did a fireman hat go with a cape (yes it does by the way), and so much more.  And all of these arguments were with Little J. 

J was a model child yesterday.  He was able to navigate the community helpers parade they had at school, where the kids dressed up, but not for Halloween.  Until Thursday, he said he wasn’t going to dress up because he didn’t know what he wanted to be when he grew up since he was just a kid.  Finally, after hearing some of the kids talk about being what their parents are, I asked J if he wanted to wear camo like his daddy.  He actually agreed.

After he got home from school he put on his cape.  Around 3:30, he grabbed his wand and said he was going as a vampire fairy.  I was a little concerned, but last year, he carried a pink wand, so at least the silver one was a bit more gender neutral.  Before I go on, I have no problems with him playing with dolls, kitchens, vacuums, pink wands, etc.  But in a neighborhood where we are bound  bump into school mates, I did not want him to be made fun off.  I had to draw the line when he put on the purple and black witches hat with purple long hair.  Instead we settled on a plain black hat.  On his own, he changed his costume tittle to Vampire Wizard.  Little J settled for boy with a cape.

J had impressive manners and remembered to say “Trick or treat” and “thank you.”  But he would say “thank you” until the candy giver would say “You’re Welcome.”  At one house, the lady kept saying “thank you” back to him, so he kept repeating himself until he finally said, “you’re suppose to say ‘you’re welcome.”  She giggled and then said “Well you ARE welcome.”  As I was ushering them off, he was trying to say, “no its ‘You’RE welcome.”  Okay so we’ve learned that sometimes manners can border on rude.  At one of our last houses, the family had their two daughters giving out the candy.  J got there first so each girl grabbed a piece of candy.  The 2nd girl headed Little J off on the path and put candy in his bucket.  J is trying to tell the 1st girl “Thank you” and Little J is simultaneously telling her “trick or treat.”  The 2nd girl was like, “I ALREADY gave you some.” but he didn’t understand because he was so far away from the bowl he thought it was a different house.  The first girl was totally annoyed with J, so I just said sweetly, “he is jut trying to get you to say you’re welcome.” (she still didn’t say it) and I nudged them down the sidewalk.  He still doesn’t understand when people don’t respond to his scripts.  Especially when the scripts are common to most everyone and not just him.


I’ll leave you with a sweet non edible treat:

After Little J finished his tantrum about not getting to wear J’s shoes, he let J help him put on his sandals.  J did all of the threading and Velcro straps on his own, for his brother.  What I can’t show is after each picture Little J would scowl at me and yell, “Stop taking my picture!”


I was shocked at who was the trouble maker when our day was turned topsy turvy.


For more on how to start or grow a dress up box, read my article on http://tucson.savvysource.com

An Auction Ebay won’t allow

My 3 year old male NT child is up for auction or free to gypsies.

Here is what you can expect if you are the highest bidder:

Some or all of the following may happen in any 24 hour period.

Demands for a banana every morning and afternoon immediately upon waking.

Peeing on the floor should he not be reminded to head to the bathroom before having said banana.

Awake at the crack of dawn.

Raiding the kitchen at said crack of dawn.

Sneaking in the kitchen and dumping spices on the floor, on multiple occasions, despite being threatened with his life.

Dumping a canister of instant peach tea on kitchen floor for no good reason, other than it is mommy’s favorite beverage right now.



Snotty nose

Unrelenting wailing in public places

Unrelenting wailing at home

Picking on older brother

Bossing older brother

Taunting older brother

Crawling into bed with you at 5am crying for a banana and then falling asleep snuggled up against you and sleeping in later than usual (rare occasions, but its sweet.)

Your shopping will only consist of fruit, salami, hotdogs, chips, cheese, and yogurt.  No carbs necessary.

Endless blogging material.

So we’ll start the bidding at $0.10.  Any takers?  Grandma, you may want to get in on this before the general public snatches him up.



Stay tuned, there may be a 5 year old up for sale next week.