A Mommy Story

I always knew I had a weird child. Cordy has never gone with the flow, but the weekend confirmed that she’s an odd one.

First, on Saturday, she was playing near an old fan, and somehow managed to cut three of her fingers. Nothing too deep, but they did bleed a lot. Was she bothered by this? No. Did she try to finger paint with her new source of red paint? Yes. There was blood everywhere. The thing that upset her the most was when Aaron’s parents tried to clean off her fingers and take away her source of fun.

Later in the evening, I caught her trying to pick off the scabs to bring back the fun blood paint. Forget the fact that it clearly hurt. Sigh.

Then yesterday we went to Toys R Us. We needed to buy something for Mira, but agreed to let Cordy pick out a toy, too. She got cranky near the end of the shopping trip, but she did decide on a toy. You know how some parents say that their kid tires of a toy the second they buy it? As soon as our stroller passed through the electronic doors to the parking lot, Cordy freaked out and shoved the toy at me, no longer wanting it, and threw the World’s Greatest Tantrum. Threw herself down on the pavement, fought getting into the carseat, and threw the toy when we tried to give it back to her. She screamed the entire way home.

I can see throwing a tantrum over a toy you didn’t get, but having a fit over a toy you got? Come on! What kid is upset because she has the toy she wants?

If this is her as a toddler, I’m terrified of when she becomes a sullen teenager.

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I’m sorry I haven’t been as vocal at all of your blogs. Please know I’m still reading, even if I’m not commenting. I only get a tiny part of the day when my (non-napping) infant lets me put her down to have access to the keyboard. But I can reach the mouse and click through Bloglines while I feed her, which means I read more than I comment.

Also, be sure to check out my post at Family.com. Do you have mommy superpowers?