This is 4 – power struggles ‘R’ us!29 May , 2014
But first, some photos: This was taken at @mariekmeraai’s place on Saturday. Her little man turned 4 and we got to celebrate his birthday with him (although me mostly without a voice still).
Nicola just loved the swing! The dogs have some swing issues, and this is her trying to keep her toes safe from them.
Someone is still not feeling 100%. Ouma’s not complaining though, Nicola gives the best snuggles.
Polka got a new jersey this week. Seriously, in the pet shops doggie outfits cost on average about R300! Found this at the vet’s for R46…bargain. For that price I’m definitely going back for more soon. (by the way, the new vet is super cute! You just want to stick a leash on him and take him home – I will see if he’s up to posing for a photo next month when Polka goes for her rabies shot).
One of my secret colleagues brought cheese cake to celebrate her birthday – yum!
Have you tried the Kream ball thingamajigger from KFC? Lovely, and I very much approve of the packaging since it’s almost impossible to spill anything…I did say almost.
Right. On to the topic at hand…power struggles.
We are having a grand time with those at the moment. I don’t mind so much really. I think it’s just another one of those fascinating aspects of growing up dancing to the beat of your own drummer. My dear daughter, at all of 4,5 years old is making a run to overthrow the current powers that be (that would be me). Hahaha, obviously I am not going to let that happen – I am going to approach this firmly but nicely – but I really admire the attempt. The force is strong with this one… 😉
Example A: Let’s start with Polka. Nicola refuses to walk behind Polka. Ever. If Polka happens to wander down the stairs before her in the morning, she will stand upstairs moaning about it until I walk back up (Polka tends to follow me) and then she will calm down as long as she gets to go down before the dog. The same applies to walking down the passage or to and from the car. I am allowed to walk in front or next to her, but Polka most certainly has to fall in behind.
Example B: Conversations in the car. Nicola tells me that one day when she’s grown up, she will have her own home where she will live with her child. Great. Sounds proper to me. She says that she will come and visit me, because she’ll miss me. Awe, thank you baby – you are always welcome. BUT mommy, if YOU don’t listen to ME, I will not allow you to come and visit me in my new home. I am the boss of this house too. Mwahaha…uhm, actually no dear, you’re not. I’m throttling her sugar and animated movies supply this month so that we can further debate whom the boss of the house actually might be. 😉
Example C: A different way of saying I told you so. I’m sure you all have various rules in your houses that are kind of well established things that don’t need constant recapping to keep them in force. Well, when one of my holy cows gets trampled on I am in the habit of saying, but you know that you are not allowed to do so and so, or whatever. This is now being used against me, or there’s an honest attempt tp do so anyway. I get something along the lines of, but you know that I don’t like carrots, or how many times must I tell you that I don’t like baths, and so on and so forth. Of course this doesn’t change a damned thing about what we’re about to eat or whether or not someone has to have a bath…but in some ways, having a child is very much like taking care of a cheecky parrot!
Of course the cuddles and kisses are a lot better… And these sneaky little pink terrorists know just how to make you melt too. I get into a full frothy about something or another and she calmly sits there and says, Mamma…weet jy wat? Ek het ‘n GROOT hartjie net vol liefde vir jou! Mwah! (Mommy…do you know what? I have a BIG heart full of love just for you! Mwah!). Hahaha, there really is no arguing with that. She makes repeating myself fun (sometimes, like when she tells me she loves me – not when she’s threatening to keep me from visiting my hypothetical future grandchildren). 😉
Ps! On Tuesday I had such a quiet giggle at something she said. It’s winter, if I’m wearing a warm top over then whatever I have on under isn’t really all that important to me. So the blouse I ended up wearing was quite a summery one – with open shoulders. She says: Mommy! You’re shirt is torn. So I laugh and say yes, I guess I need to buy some new clothes but I’m too broke (the day before pay day). She says that she will buy me a new dress, but I will have to wear it with lipstick, eye shadow and nail polish. But Nicola, what if I don’t happen to like wearing make up? No mommy, you have to – so you can look pretty for when you choose a new husband. Oi vey! This again, I think. Anyhoo, Nicola has given me her birthday (Decemeber) wish list. Apparently what she would like is a new dad, because the one she has doesn’t work.
Let’s just say she’s more likely to get a pony (and we don’t have a stable – so not very likely at all).