Time out for Theta Mom Thursday

I wish that I could say that I had a Theta Mom Timeout, but really I am trying to figure out where the week went. I remember last Thursday and Friday, kind of. I am sitting here trying to remember what I did over the weekend....oh yes, the costume party. And illness. And more illness. But I did have some realizations this week.

1. The terrible two's. Yep, I want them back. I want them back so bad I could scream. Yes partly because my little man was so much smaller, but also because terrible two's were Heaven in regards to what we seem to be headed to. What I used to refer to as my little toddler tornado is turning into a little ball full of....teenager!!! The attitude. The yelling. The demands. The experimentation. God help me. If this child quotes me one more time, I may lock myself in the bedroom and scream. For hours and hours. Here is a short list of my favorite quotes (and yes, they are either from my husband's or my mouth directly)
*"Don't you EEEEven do that"
*"No, that is NOT one"
*"I better get....(well we usually say dinner or something, he says a cookie)"
*"You hurt my feelings'
*"That was bully of you"
*"You need to go to timeout"
*"I'm busy today!"
*"you know what.....I am DONE"
*" You don't talk to me like that!"

2. Sentences that used to seem dirty are now everyday.
*"My buttcrack hurts" (yep, this is diarrhea at it's finest)
*"My butt hurts will you kiss it?" (usually a result of falling down)
*"But it is SOOOOO big! and it is my favorite" (please don't make me revisit this one)

3. That my daughter has more attitude at one than I have at 31. And I thought I had it mastered
*I can't do it justice in words, but this little fireball will look at us when she doesn't agree, squinch her mouth into a pucker, and snort in and out of her nose. Basically her way of flipping us off.
*This same little fireball got upset because she couldn't reopen my phone and threw it at me. Over and over until I opened it for her.
*But, she is MY girl. As much as I love my bully of a son, she has learned to smack him back. Not only that, but if he walks by her and we aren't in the room, she screams so we will yell at him. That is a woman. Deception is far better than the truth in some cases.

4.A little girl is simply a teenage girl in training.
*Little stinker will do something wrong. When we say no. She smiles and bats her little eyelashes at us. She will crawl away. We stop paying attention, she does it again.
*Daddy won't pick her up? Fine, run to mommy and tell on daddy.
*No matter how much big brother picks on her, she loves him and babies him more than anything. She knows. She knows that he is going to be her ally when they are older.

5. This is the big one. Every emotion, every tear, every angry moment is telling me something. It is telling me who they are, who they want to be, and what they want from life. They are telling me what they are capable of. They are telling me when I am not paying attention to them, and when I am hovering. They are telling me when they want a cuddle, and when they want to grow. But I realized that sometimes I am not listening to those actions. And it is so very important to do so.