Let’s talk a bit about my second born shall we?
There is no doubt she is cute as a button. It’s probably just as well she is as cute as she is because there is also no doubt that she is a firecracker who pushes us as her parents to the absolute limit. She is 25 packed into 2.5 years of sass, spunk and consistent boundary pushing.
I mean, look at this face… butter wouldn’t melt right?
Butter would SO melt. She is the most feisty little girl I have ever met. Headstrong, willful, determined, sassy, cheeky, manipulative, independent and so mischievous I actually could pull my hair out at some of her antics. She has long had an obsession with cream, from a very young age we knew if it was quiet that we would 9 out of 10 times find her with her hands in a pot of Sudocrem.
More and more she scuttles around the house and when we question her about what it is she is doing exactly, we either get “nothing” or “mommy don’t bother me”. As she’s getting older we believed that we could leave her and Kade unsupervised (while playing in the garden or watching a TV show upstairs) for short periods of time without much damage or harm being done, so we could get things like showering or going to loo alone for the first time in five years. Well. Clearly we cannot.
I enter into evidence exhibit A:
We have many, many such exhibits.
This past Saturday she did something so vile that I can’t even bring myself to put it into words. Lets just leave it at poo, her play kitchen, pots and pans and our TV lounge having a lingering scent of Eu De Hurricane now three days later.
My cream carpets are stained with red lipstick, our walls have been decorated with permanent marker (our Flat screen TV too). We have tried to discipline her. Time out doesn’t work to make her contrite when she’s been willfully naughty and destructive. I’ve even given her a whack on her bum and it changes nothing. Then a friend asked me “is she really destructive or is she just exploring herself and her boundaries?” and “is she being *naughty*?”
She has earned her nickname “Hurricane Gemma” in leaps and bounds in our home. God knows she pushes our buttons. It’s not that she has any lack of attention (she is the baby after all and is often I am ashamed to admit pandered to). Is this plain naughtiness? Or is this an expressive soul searching for her part in this crazy world we live in?
How do we deal with this in a way that doesn’t break her spirit but that doesn’t end up with me with my head down a barrel of wine every day?