Pictures of another not getting my way day. She wanted to hold both oranges but kept dropping
them so grandma put them inside her jacket for ease of transportation. She wasn't a huge fan.
Because you are all faithful followers of the old House and never, ever miss a post I know you remember this little ditty. And hooowww aboouutt...thisone? Well I am here to tell you friends, times they are a changin. We first noticed at home. Subtle changes. Nothing huge. A tantrum here, some jealousy there. Nothing earth shattering. But then we started to hear and see things happening at daycare. No big deal except suddenly my daughter is acting like a five letter word that starts with a capital B at daycare. That's right. I said it...she's a B-U-L-L-Y!!!
Up until very recently she has been the baby at home and daycare. And the only girl near her age so all the "big girls" doted on her. The closest competition are a couple of boys who are about a year older so no real threat to her special spot with "HER Lisa". And then, it happened. Another little girl, several months older but not a lot bigger. They were introduced to each other and Alayna welcomed her with open arms, a slap in the face, and a good old fashioned hair pulling. Lady A would enter the kitchen first thing in the morning and the other little girl would start to whine and back away from her. My little bubble butt bully was terrorizing the poor thing. Oh, and did I mention this little girl just happens to be Alayna's Godmother's niece? Yep...that's my luck. This week, another little girl. Older but again, not much bigger (and to be honest, I don't really think size is the issue). Alayna initiated her the same way. And herein lies the problem with this little ish. These two little sweeties are tiny, petite things with no bigger siblings to bully them or drag them around the house by their hair soooo, Alayna is like a snake in the grass, lurking, waiting. She smells the fear and possibly an inexperience in the art of self defense and attacks like a pit bull. And to top it all off, I walked in to pick her up the other day and was informed that it had happened...the big daddy of all bad doings...she earned her first time out! A minute and a half in the crib. End. Of. The. World. I have high hopes that the three of them will eventually be great friends and initial reports indicate that since marking her territory (and spending 1.5 minutes on the "inside") they are now getting along much better. That's great and all but truth be told? I am just really concerned for my future. I will be 53 when Alayna graduates from high school and will have already raised three teenagers. One of which is so clothing obsessed I am considering donating him to Baby Gap as a floor model. I think they could use some 5 year old boys standing in their underwear outside their store at the mall like Abercrombie? Right? Okay, maybe not in his underwear but they should be warned, the only think he likes better than wearing skinny jeans is underwear. I digress...I think by the time Alayna is a teenager I will either have perfected the art of parenting OR I will be so tired and worn down I won't really care anymore. Which leads me to the hope that Alayna was going to be my easy going, good natured, helpful child. The tough truth? It ain't lookin' good, folks! Not good at all!