Today wasn’t the easiest day to spend with Amy. We did lots of fun things, but there was lots of screaming (from me as well as her), hitting and pushing. I had to laugh when I came across this post about Elliot, written when he was just a couple of months younger than Amy is now. Here’s an excerpt:
Throw sand at his mother? Check.
Throw sand at his father? Check.
Throw sand at his sister? Check.
Hit his mother? Check.
Hit his father? Check.
Kick his sister? Check.
Throw toys at his door? Check.
Throw his shoes? Check, check.
Along the same vein, here’s a synopsis of today:
Scream at her mother? Check.
Scream at her father? Check.
Hit her brother? Check.
Hit her mother? Check, check, check.
Hit her father? Check.
Push her brother into a metal railing? Check.
Scream before nap time? Check.
Scream before bed time? Check.
Thankfully she’s now asleep. Before she went to bed I suggested to her that tomorrow I could yell at her less, and she could hit me less. She agreed.