Before I explain the details of this traumatic experience... let me first clarify.
Nah-Nie: a banana
Yum Yum: a sweet treat
Adeliene and I had just gotten back from playing at the park when I decided I better quickly pull together some lunch, after all it was pushing noon. YIKES.
Anyhow... I precede to the kitchen and pull out our favorite last minute lunch-- Top Ramen Noodles Chicken Flavor with Cheesy Cheetos, some sort of fruit and usually a yum yum. As I begin to boil the water for the noodles Miss Adeliene strolls into the kitchen looking for me because she has decided she is ready for something to eat right then. Being that she is small and doesn't understand what wait one minute means... I ask her which fruit she would like, orange or banana. She points to the banana and begins her chant.
...Nah-Nie Nah-Nie Nah-Nie Nah-Nie Nah-Nie Nah-Nie Nah-Nie Nah-Nie Nah-Nie ....Okay. Gotcha. Banana. Peel the sides down and chuck them in the trash. My next move starts the fallout. As I begin to break the banana in half to appropriately portion out a size for my daughter to eat the blood-curtling scream comes soaring out. She didn't want the "half-a-nah-nie." She wouldn't take it. I think at one point I could almost here my duplex neighbors fine china bursting into a THOUSAND pieces.
Whoops. My bad.I try to calmly explain to her that I'm saving the other half for her lunch and that we will have it in just a moment but to no avail. She'd already lost her mind. Thankfully I have the ability to put on and take off my "mommy" ears quite easily. One to two minutes pass and the lingering sniffles and slight moans coming out of Little Miss are getting fewer and far between. I finish up with the Ramon, season, stir and place it in the freezer to cool.
There she goes again. DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA. She's started this new thing where she gets angry and starts to hit anything around her: floor, table, mommy, ect...ect... well this time it was mommy, as I was trying to desperately buckle her into the booster so she could get ready to pray and eat. By this time, I'm not so calm anymore. When I take her hands away from her she uses her next sly move of headbutting. UH. Right to the lip.
I am heated. Without saying a word, quickly trying to remove myself from the situation, I sit her down and buckle her up. I drive her seat straight into the dining room and park it in the middle of an empty corner. She sits. Screaming. I finished preparing what I need to while trying to regain my composure so I can go and explain why what she did was negative communication that WOULDN'T be tolerated. After a minute I return to my daughter and explain to her plain enough for a toddler that the behavior she was displaying was a no-no and was very naughty. She began to cry again and even more so when I told her she was in Time Out to Think for 1-1/2 minutes, But she calmed eventually and we were able to get through the re-explination of why she was there and how to avoid being there again, the I'm sorries, the I love you's, the hugs and the kisses.
I was really nervous how praying would be after all that. Adeliene is getting more and more used to folding arms and bowing her head for prayer before meals but usually with some reluctancy-- this time however she was quite good. THANK GOODNESS.
We ate, we drank and soon lunch was over. Adeliene started to rub her eyes signaling to me she was ready to be laid down for a nap. Smart girl. I cleaned her hands, face and pants which were by then completely covered in Ramon. I swooped her up and held her close to my chest where she laid her head on my shoulder and began to suck her thumb. I laid my baby girl down and swiped the hair from her eyes, blew her a kiss and told her Night-Night.
When I got back downstairs and started to clean up our mess I noticed her plate with noodles strung about, half eaten cheetos, picked at double chocolate chip cookie and the nah-nie in pristine condition, not eaten, not touched, not moved.
I had to laugh. Was this her lesson or mine? :)
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