that smile makes mah heart go boom boom boom

I love T with all mah heart. But sometimes the tantrums are E.P.I.C.

Examples of E.P.I.C tantrums moments/days:

1) CHIPS.

T's diet consists of:
- chips
- bananas
- chips
- bread
- cheese (i could milk a cow of cheese if i could! he eats nothing but cheese!)
- chips
- nuggets
- chips

If I give him pasta or fried rice or something that has green in it, he wrinkles his nose, gives me a frown and points to it and say, GREEN. NO GREEN. And I say in an excited tone(tho I sound like a broken record!), It's nice. Yummy. Try it. If he could really say what he means, he'd probably scream, F%#!k THIS SHIT. I JUST WANT CHIPS! But still everyday, i put in greens, hoping he'd eat it someday and love it, like chips.

Before you think that i'm only feeding him chips, i don't. we try everyday to feed him healthy food but somehow, he just refuses to eat. Lately, it's been a battle to feed him during dinners. He refuses to sit at the dining table and I go, ok, if you don't want to eat, you starve. And yes, he happily runs away and goes to his toys. I tried hiding his toys so he won't take refuge to play with them and have dinner with us. BUT he switches on the cd player and presses play and starts dancing to Wiggles.

He is turning three. Getting way too smart.

2) NO, NO, NO, NO, NO
Everything is a NO.

Me: T, eat breakfast?
T: No.

Me: T, change nappy?
T: No.

Me: T, we have to layer your clothes. It's freaking 5degrees outside.
T: NO, NO, NO, NO

It takes me 1.5hours to get ready. From feeding him breakfast to getting him changed, feeding the dog, brushing our teeth. Well, after 1.5hours of getting ready, you'd think we're all geared up to leave. Well, apparently not. He decides that he wants to do a poop or play with his cars or decides that his green shoe doesn't go with his jeans or that the jacket he is wearing doesn't match.

And I am really tired everyday!
Me: T, take a nap. Mummy's very tired today.
T: NO. I'M ANGRY.
Me: Y, SWEETHEART?
T: Because I said NO NAPS!

But when I say:
Me: T, do you want to go KMART?
T: Yes.
(cuz he freaking wants to look at cars and then insists I buy him a $2 toy car.)

He is turning three. He is getting way too smart.

3) FICKLE-MINDED

He is as fickle as any girl out there. He says No one minute and yes to another.

Me: T, let's have some yummy milk
T: NO.
Me: Really?
T: yes, ok, let's have milk

Me: T, let's go out.
T: NO.
(a short pause. If I could read his mind, he'd probably be thinking: If I go out, there is a chance I'd go to KMART or Bunnings, my two favourite stores!)
T: yes, ok, let's go out.

He is turning three. He is getting way too smart.

4) Public tantrums
I tell you the shopping malls are a breed for tantrums. He now refuses to sit in his stroller and wants to brisk walk (read: run/dash). I am always fearful that he'd bang into someone. So, when I tell him that he either walks next to me or hold mah hand, the whole shopping mall knows that T DOES NOT WANT TO HOLD HANDS. He screams, NO HOLD HANDS! But when we go to KMART, he would hold my hand to the cashier with the new car in his hand.

WTF?! I count till 10 and take a breather.

He is turning three. He is getting way too smart.

5) Pushing his stroller
I hate this! I truly do. Since he refuses to sit in his stroller, he wants to push it. But I tell him that he cant' do that because he would bang into another person. But of course, he hates mah reasoning and wants to do it on his own.


He is turning three. He is getting way too smart.


But he is terribly sweet too. There are days I want to really crash (especially since I am so nap/sleep deprived) but when he is such an angel, I forget just how bad the terrible two days are. He cuddles me and gives me sloppy kisses. He becomes a real boy biatch one minute and the next, he says something silly like, HELLO SMELLY GIRL (I say that to our dog every morning) and there's a smile at the corner of my mouth and the rascal sees it and he starts to laugh. he pats our dog gently and goes close to her and asks for a nose kiss (tho I scream, Brandy has smelly breath! don't go too close!). He has a soft spot for our dog.

Somebody told me that it gets better when they turn four. So, what happens to when they turn three then?

Three is two with intent.



But look at that smile. Enough said.

All's forgiven and still, no matter what, we love him lots.

And oh, he is part Eurasian, part Indian, (just only a quarter Chinese). Indian and Eurasian mix = drama genes.

He's our little drama boy with a heart of gold.