A smashed loaf of bread is the least of my concerns

We've been having a hard time with our middle child lately. (If you're a real life friend of mine, this is probably no secret to you. In fact, if you're just a facebook friend, its probably not a secret to you.) He's been extremely defiant, and just generally naughty.

We, at first, thought it was an attention thing. So, I started carving out more time for him, just the two of us. We cook together almost every day, leaving baby Zeke and O with daddy. E started working outside with him more, leaving the other two with me. Grandma and Grandpa have taken him over there house, just him, a few times, too.

While somethings have gotten better, (i.e. pooping in the pants or on the floor. thank GOODNESS that is over!) the defiance has gotten so much worse.

Take today for an example.

O's at preschool, so I just have A and I. We head to Target to get groceries.

I tell A the "rules" of Target before we get in. He's a peach (well, mostly. as much of a peach as a 3.5 yr old boy can be.)

We get to Costco.

He's pretty good for the first 10 minutes or so. It starts to go south fast when I don't let him have his own sample of "cup of noodles" because its burning hot. I ask him to share with me. He does his little fit business, but, eventually gets over it.

We go to the fudge sample area to buy some for E for our anniversary on Sunday (shhhh. don't tell!) I ask to try some. A wants some, too. I tell him that we will have to share since we already had a sample of fudge earlier and I just wanted to taste the kind that I was buying. He doesn't want to share with me. He wants his own. I ask him if he wants a bite of mine, he says no. I eat said sample. A starts the hysterics, saying he wanted a bite, etc.

I realize we need to leave, and quickly. I calm him down and we head to the check out. Its our turn now, but he wants to get out. He says he's scared of the man who is unloading our groceries. (it is kind of scary when you're 3 and they take you away from your mom.) I take him out of the cart.

I now realize that taking him out was a bad idea as he's trying to squirt a bottle of vinegar and water that they have hanging on side of the conveyor belt. I tell him to stop. He does, but then proceeds to put his fingers up near the belt. We talk about why that isn't good, etc.

I'm paying now. A is crawling underneath the cart, on the bottom area. I ask him at least 3 times not to do this because the worker is trying to load our groceries.

I still have my contacts to pick up at the vision center, BUT...

Get me out of here, now!!!

Run by the trash can to throw our trash away. I ask A if he wants his water. He says "no". I say, "are you sure?" He says "yes." I throw water into trash. Guess who starts crying about me throwing his water away? he's so upset that he tries to get it out of the trash can (ew!) I drag him away and tell him he can show the worker at the door our receipts.

He takes the receipts, but is clearly still mad about the water. I'm thinking, at this point, that he'll get over it when the lady at the door draws a smiley face on the receipts. He normally loves that.

He walks all the way up to the worker, and as she extends her hands to take the receipts, he throws them on the ground! I make him pick up the receipts.

Let me add here, just in case you forgot, baby I is NOT a car seat baby. So, through out this whole ordeal, I have a baby in a wrap on my hip. Making a 3.5 year old pick up something off the floor when he doesn't want to is hard enough. Not to mention with a 4mth old attached to you.

So, back to A. I make him pick up the receipts, then I hand them to the worker. A then throws himself on the ground, screaming and crying. I have to pick him up and put him in the cart. He pretty much lands on my bread. The worker says "ma'am, he's smashing your bread".

I'm so embarrassed/frustrated/angry/mortified that I say, "thanks. I know." She then says "well, you might want to get him off of it."

Honestly, I think at this point in our fiasco, we have more to worry about than smashed bread. Like how to tame your 3.5 year old. Is there a movie out like that, yet?

As I drive home, I become more and more embarrassed and angry. Now, though, I'm just at a complete loss. I did everything "right". Everything that I feel I should have done was done. So, what's his deal? When is he going to learn that his decisions have consequences?

Please don't tell me its not until he's 21.

Eye love Eyes

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Blue

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Object of my affection reflection

see me in his left eye?

Perfect purse, Orange addition

My friend D and I, (and several other friends from my mom's group) headed to Nashville for a girls weekend on Saturday. We were kid free, (almost.) D and I took our babies, who are 13 days apart.

D and I had several things on our shopping "list" of things we were specifically looking for. D was looking for a turquoise purse, and I was just looking for a purse that had lots of pockets and could double as a diaper bag. (oh, and it had to be CUTE, too!)

We looked in several stores on Saturday. By Sunday, we had kind of lost hope that we would find what we were looking for. Towards the end of our shopping, I spotted a leather store that I hadn't seen in the previous 10 trips past this particular spot. I went in, saw a sign that said "sale" and found this beauty.

Very big and very cute!

Lots of pockets!

Not only was it JUST what I was looking for, it was on sale! Woot!

Oh, and since I know you are all dying to know, D got one in............ turquoise! Perfect!

(you can see this purse in turquoise on her blog here)

I'm over it

I'm so over the spit up. Just an FYI.

so it begins

I've struggled with body image for, well, a very long time. Probably since I was 10 or so and started to get breasts. (yes, I was an early bloomer.) I try to take care of my body and just find positive aspects and highlight those. For instance, I feel like I have decent legs. So, when I get dressed in the morning, instead of focusing on my mummy tummy, I focus on how good my legs look in those shorts.

Anyway, you can see that its a daily thing that I struggle with.

I never realized how young something like this takes root. Its way too young, in my opinion.

I went into preschool to pick up O today. O's teacher said that O had a bit of a hard day. Apparently, she broke down crying, saying that she didn't want to be the shortest anymore and "why do I have to be the smallest?"

Thankfully, O has a wonderful, wonderful teacher, who is also quite petite. She told O "do you want to know a secret? I'm the smallest teacher here."

I'm hoping that her teacher got through to her, and all of our loving messages of praise and affirmation seep in.

But, I still don't think I'm ready for this...

Easter Pictures