Recently I have become the bad guy. I don’t know when or why but Abigail wants very little to do with me. My friend Jen warned me that this would happen but I thought, nah, not me. I come home to my sweet girl and get so many hugs. Normally I would come in the house, run to the family room and be greeted with a big hug. Abby would sit in my arms and I would get my day’s worth of great hugs. Well, this week things started to change.
Monday I came home from work and found Josh and Abby playing in the family room. My arms were full with my purse, computer bag and lunch bag so I quickly put them down on the floor to get my hug. Josh says “Abigail, go give Mommy a hug.” She turns towards me, says “Mama!” and walks towards my open arms. Then she takes an immediate detour to go through my purse. I turn to get a hug anyways, but I am shooed away. Oh well. Maybe it was just that my purse had some interesting stuff in it.
Tuesday morning Josh brings her down from her room for breakfast, which I have waiting for her. I sit down with her and we make faces over breakfast. I give her some of my Cheerios and figure, I have my girl back. It must have just been an off day. While Josh helps me prepare my lunch while Abigail finishes her breakfast we hear “Mama! Daddy!” We both acknowledge her and say “Hi Abigail!” She waves and says “Hiiiiii!” Josh gets her out of her high chair and I get everything ready to head off to work. I go to get a hug from Abigail and I am “greeted” with “NO!” So I figured she just doesn’t understand what the word no really means. (Small tangent…We try not to use the word no with her. We redirect her, teach her the right way to do something, move her out of the way of danger, etc. instead of just always yelling no at her. For example, if she is hitting instead of petting the cat, we don’t just say no. We take her hand and motion it to pet the cat in the correct way.) So I decide to start of with asking for a kiss. Got one! Yippee! I ask for a hug and she grips onto Josh while saying “NO!” Finally, Josh was able to give her to me and I got half of a hug.
The rest of the week has been more of the same. I am not really getting acknowledged when I get home and in the morning I am still getting no. I even took her out of Josh’s arms so I could walk to my car with her. But instead I was greeted with a huge meltdown that only subsided by being returned to Daddy’s arms.
I know that I am not the one she is having fun with right now. Daddy plays with her all day. They go to the park, playground, swimming, Sea World and story time at the library. She sees me for a little in the morning and then I leave for the day. I only arrive back at home to give her dinner, a bath and put her to bed. I am just no fun!
Grandma and Grandpa are coming this weekend then Grammy and Grandpa are coming in two weeks while Josh and I go on a little vacation. Boy, she really isn’t going to want anything to do with me after that!
I miss my snuggle bunny. I guess I am just the big, bad Mommy who has to go to work.
Monday I came home from work and found Josh and Abby playing in the family room. My arms were full with my purse, computer bag and lunch bag so I quickly put them down on the floor to get my hug. Josh says “Abigail, go give Mommy a hug.” She turns towards me, says “Mama!” and walks towards my open arms. Then she takes an immediate detour to go through my purse. I turn to get a hug anyways, but I am shooed away. Oh well. Maybe it was just that my purse had some interesting stuff in it.
Tuesday morning Josh brings her down from her room for breakfast, which I have waiting for her. I sit down with her and we make faces over breakfast. I give her some of my Cheerios and figure, I have my girl back. It must have just been an off day. While Josh helps me prepare my lunch while Abigail finishes her breakfast we hear “Mama! Daddy!” We both acknowledge her and say “Hi Abigail!” She waves and says “Hiiiiii!” Josh gets her out of her high chair and I get everything ready to head off to work. I go to get a hug from Abigail and I am “greeted” with “NO!” So I figured she just doesn’t understand what the word no really means. (Small tangent…We try not to use the word no with her. We redirect her, teach her the right way to do something, move her out of the way of danger, etc. instead of just always yelling no at her. For example, if she is hitting instead of petting the cat, we don’t just say no. We take her hand and motion it to pet the cat in the correct way.) So I decide to start of with asking for a kiss. Got one! Yippee! I ask for a hug and she grips onto Josh while saying “NO!” Finally, Josh was able to give her to me and I got half of a hug.
The rest of the week has been more of the same. I am not really getting acknowledged when I get home and in the morning I am still getting no. I even took her out of Josh’s arms so I could walk to my car with her. But instead I was greeted with a huge meltdown that only subsided by being returned to Daddy’s arms.
I know that I am not the one she is having fun with right now. Daddy plays with her all day. They go to the park, playground, swimming, Sea World and story time at the library. She sees me for a little in the morning and then I leave for the day. I only arrive back at home to give her dinner, a bath and put her to bed. I am just no fun!
Grandma and Grandpa are coming this weekend then Grammy and Grandpa are coming in two weeks while Josh and I go on a little vacation. Boy, she really isn’t going to want anything to do with me after that!
I miss my snuggle bunny. I guess I am just the big, bad Mommy who has to go to work.
3 comments:
Aw, Becca, my heart would be breaking for you, but I appreciate the company in the Land of Abandonment. The good news is, it's fleeting (so they tell me) and everything should be back to normal (soon?).
And omigoodness, when did she grow a foot? She looks so big!
I had a long talk with Abigail today about this. I told her that if she keeps this up, she and I are going to have problems. She'd better listen to daddy!
Becca, I feel for you. I am not looking forward to that stage.
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