|You'd never know she liked it.|
So I'll say this. My three-year-old is an asshole.
I know. I know. This, too, shall pass. And the days are long but the years are short. And I should cherish every moment, because you don't get them back.
But my holy hell is she hard right now.
India has long alternated between utterly charming and downright wretched. But lately the charming appears less and less frequently, at least at home, and with me.
She now spends the bulk of her time refusing to get dressed, whining about being cold, but not willing to put anything on, complaining about hunger but unwilling to eat, tormenting her brother, and just being all around pissed off at everything. And talking every single minute.
It's not like she says she's cold and then lets it go. "I'm coldy! I'm coldy! I'M COLD! MAMA I'M COLD! I'M COOOOOOOLD!"
You can spend your time proffering solutions, but this helps not one bit. Even repeating what she says so she feels heard doesn't help. "You're cold."
"I SAID! I'M COLD!"
She's often better when it's just the two of us. But not necessarily. And she still whines, growls, and talks nonstop. Preferably while wrapped around my neck.
I offered her toast and she said, "You KNOW I don't like bread!"
She sneered and then licked the honey off the toast.
And this is what she now says, "You KNOW I don't like..."
Oh, right. Since she stopped liking anything.
I'm going to start offering her raw meat on a long stick.
If you take her arm or start to pick her up when she's refusing to leave somewhere, she'll yell, "YOU'RE HURTING ME! YOU'RE HURTING ME!"
Are you kidding me with this?
And she'll make up these arbitrary rules that Jordan believes. He'll come crying about something and I'll tell him she doesn't get to make the rules.
Yesterday I heard Jordan repeatedly pleading, "Stop it, India!"
I walked in to find India bent over with her butt in the air, instructing her brother to smell her butt. He was begging her to put her butt down, and she refused. I've gotta say, I was impressed with her ability to hold a pose.
But he was very upset. So I told him he's never obligated to smell India's butt, no matter what she says.
I said, "If anyone ever tells you to smell their butt and you don't want to, you should just leave."
Really, I'd give this advice to anyone.