Location, location, location

So… Baby G has taken up a new habit. I have to completely laugh at pretty much all she does because if I do not, I would probably pull all my hair out. She has decided that everything needs to be relocated to a new area in the house. Nothing is to stay in the same room; in fact, if possible, each item needs to be located at the opposite end of the house. She decided that Mommy (that’s me) needs more exercise running from one end of the house to the other in order to get anything done. And, Mommy does not really know where things belong, but Gia, she does.

Items I have found relocated include every plastic kid cup in the one cupboard she can reach (after all, it is the kids’ cupboard). The bibs and kitchen towels now belong strewn on the floor in every room. I caught her grabbing them out one in each hand and running from room to room dropping them on the floor and then getting more. I think she was trying to make them fly or may be she was trying to fly… not sure here. Daddy’s dirty socks do not belong in the laundry anymore, just the socks mind you; belong in the bottom drawer of his nightstand. And her current milk sippy cup, it now belongs in Mommy’s bathroom in the cupboard under the sink where the toilet paper is kept. Oh and the toilet paper no longer belongs under the sink but on the living room coffee table. The girls clothes do not belong in their dresser either, they belong all over the floor in the girls’ room so that you can walk on a sea of pink and purple. And last but certainly not least, the bathroom garbage does not belong in the garbage can, no it belongs in the………………………… toilet! Of course, why didn’t I know that? I caught her the other day running out of my room with a white streak behind her, I was unloading the dishwasher so I did not register that the white streak was not just the trail she leaves behind from running so fast like in the comic books. As I walk into the living room to check on her I discover that the white streak was, you guessed it, the toilet paper from the roll in the bathroom. She thought it was soooooo cool that it was following her.

So okay, I am really struggling with training her. All three of the other kids were easier than this. All of them really learned quickly that no means no. With Gia, it is entirely different. She tests every boundary over and over again. Even Vincenzo was easier and man was he difficult to train. He has so much energy that even his pediatrician and the nurse on separate occasions have said repeatedly that they have never seen anyone with more energy than him. And neither have I after teaching preschool for 5 years, you would think I would have seen at least one kid with more energy than him but nope, he takes the cake. And he was easier to train than Gia. He understood (and still does) that when Mommy and Daddy said no we mean it. I know that she is learning and that she is being trained she shows me every day one small success. They are just really tiny successes. I will just rejoice in those knowing that in the end all of my hard work will pay off. Until then I will just laugh at the silliness.