Let’s not account any scientific evidence that he’s mine. Let’s just base it on habits, temperament and mannerisms.
Bean fed like clock work when he was a baby. It’s always on the 3hour mark. If you miss it by a second, because you decided to clean your nipple shield first, you’ll be deaf. There’s no in between range of cries. It’s just FEED ME! Or Imma cut you!!
Yup, that’s me. Once I reach a point of hunger, you will know. Errrbody will know. No one is safe.
Remember that Snickers ad? You’re not you when you’re hungry? That’s my autobiography.
I CAN DO EVERYTHING MY OWN
My son refuses any kind of help when he’s on a mission. He once carried a tub of cars and a box of blocks all by himself, all in one go, sweat and tears. It was painful to watch. He lost it a few times when I tried to help him. Horrible mum for helping. He lost it just by me asking a question if he wanted help. He’s too independent for his own good.
Well this is me too. When I have something in my mind I’d like to do, I do it on my own. I don’t ask for help even if it would be easier to accept help. I find myself telling my son, let mummy help you. When mummy doesn’t let anyone to help her. OMG, this is so deep. LOL.
I DON’T LIKE TO BE TOLD WHAT TO DO WHEN I AM ACTUALLY DOING IT
This is my threenager:
Bean walks to the fridge.
Your drink bottle is in the fridge, I tell him. MELTDOWN.
Bean leaves the dining table and gets some wet wipes.
Please wipe your hands and face, I tell him. MELTDOWN.
Bean goes to the bathroom after being on the potty.
Don’t forget to wash your hands!, I tell him. MELTDOWN.
Now this is me:
“Watch out for the car, slow down now, use your left indicator, oh move lanes now, wait for this guy to turn, go go go now”, my husband instructs me while I drive. DEATH STARE WITH GLARING EYES. I am doing it!
I go clean the kitchen and wipe the kitchen counter.
Are you going to wipe the dining table?, my husband asks. DEATH STARE WITH GLARING EYES. I am doing it!
Are we getting the point?
I DON’T LIKE TO BE WOKEN UP FROM MY SLEEP (ESPECIALLY AT NIGHT)
I don’t know how I survived when Bean was a newborn. I was probably just grumpy all the time?
But man if you find me or my son asleep on the couch, on the floor or on the table or under the bed, DONT.YOU.DARE Wake us so sudden.Or just don’t you dare wake up us. We will find our way.
Finally my favourite, MEMORY FAIL
Where is my dummy? I can’t find my dummy. Oh here it is, I found it in my hand mummy.
Where is my car mummy? Where is my red car? I can’t find my red car. Oh here it is on my lap.
Where is my car key? I can’t find my car key. Oh here it is in my bag.
Where are my eyeglasses? I can’t find my eyeglasses! Oh here it is on my head.
Where is my pen? I can’t find my pen. Oh here it is in my bag (again).
Where is the Apple remote? I can’t find the apple remote? Oh here it is in my jeans pocket.
I mean, I don’t actually know what’s the term for it so I just call it forever baby brain?
The boy is a mini version of me for sure. He is half me. While this post is focused on things that may look like bad temperament, rest assure my son is not an a bad child. I just like to self-deprecate for humour purposes.
I am sure he’s got some of mine and his dad’s good traits. Here’s hoping.
Hope you have a wonderful Easter break!
I’ll speak to you next week!