You have no interest in potty training. I'll put underwear on you and in five minutes, you want them off. On the bright side, you have gone on the potty. On the not-so-bright side, you can sit on the potty for well over ten minutes, happy as can be but not going potty at all. Of course you want me to stick around with you.
I am at my wit's end with you. I am not exaggerating when I say that you go poop at least five times a day. It's only 1:26pm and I just changed your FIFTH poopy diaper. It makes me want to cry. This has been going on for weeks. Not only is it expensive, but it's gross. I feel like I have a newborn. You go the teeniest amounts of poop ALL DAY LONG.
You are not independent at all. Up until Friday, I was getting you changed. You would not put on clothes. You take off your shirt and run around bare chested most of the time. I had never seen you put any article of clothing on your body. You are a month away from three!!! On Friday, I decided to refuse to dress you. For while you run around shirtless, you are adamant about wearing pants. My strike worked and for the past few days, you've been getting yourself dressed.
You've also become quite violent. Hitting is your number one way to solve your problems. Timeouts don't seem to phase you. I'll stand you in the corner (you don't stay on your own). The minute your timeout is done I'll tell you, "Now don't hit." That statement sparks something in you and you'll hit me.
You do have cute moments. I love hearing you say words because you mispronounce things in the most adorable ways. Captain America sounds like Cap Cap. You call Bria, Bow.
We snuggle every morning as I work and I love that.
Bria is obsessed with Taylor Swift's music video for the song, "Me!" The beginning features a snake. While you like the music video, you do not like the snake. The minute I say I'm turning it on, you'll run away and hide until the snake part is done. Your siblings like to tease you and hold you in place and force you to watch it. You handle this so good naturedly (laughing and pouting) that I allow it.
I love you, Crew,
~Mom
P.S. I reread the last letter I wrote you and have some updates. You currently go down the stairs on your bottom. You can go really fast that way. After the "landing pad" (the kids call the landing a landing pad), you hop down the last two steps.
You are obsessed with super heroes. You discovered them through YouTube.
In connection with your obsession, you only wear two things. You either want your Hulk Smash costume or your "spider suit." Your spider suit is a spiderman sweater I got from Once Upon a Chile for $2.50! You don't want to wear anything else. Oh, you will wear your Avengers PJs. I'm the most indulgent mom and humor your wardrobe choices. I know only too well that this stage won't last forever.
While writing this letter, you came over to me and let me know that you have a poopy diaper. How do I stop this?! I'm in serious despair.
Everyday Bria comes home from the bus, you run outside to meet her and give her a big hug. The bus driver will yell, "There's Spiderman!" or "Here comes the Hulk!" It is one of the most adorable sights to see you two hug.
The funny parts of you running out to meet Bria is that you don't like the grass. You used to stop your run to walk hesitantly across the grass. Now you avoid that grass altogether and walk the long ways around the car on the driveway.
