The other day was market day - and so I tried to get him to go to the market with me - which he usually loves to do, especially now that I allow him to walk to the market with me...but his response on this particular day was:
"I will stay home and play with my trains and you can go to the market mommy."
You see we bought him some more train tracks because he filled up another potty chart (someday he'll be fully potty trained) and he is now even more obsessed with trains - for instance he said this last week when I was a little too slow to stop what I was doing:
"Oh no! Mommy I want to hug you!" (Sigh) "Oh well, I guess I'll just go play with my trains..."
Of course another day he said this when he was running through the house and he fell on his knees:
"Mommy I broke my brain, so I can't walk anymore."So I guess I should take everything he says with a grain of salt. But back to the trains...obsessed. Don't get me wrong I love trains as much as the next mom...but "playing trains" all day, every day, for days on end is enough to make me want to throw the trains, and over 100 pieces of train tracks, out the window.
(Said in a heartbreakingly sad voice) "OH NO! I can never play trains again, my trains are broken!"
Don't worry - I did step back in and fix the bridge so he could continue to play for the last few minutes before nap time...And if he happens to be playing trains when nap or bedtime rolls around - the reaction is the exact same as his reaction to if you take the whole "playing with trains" into your own hands and move the train on your own - that's right, there is a HUGE meltdown/tantrum/end of the world fit that occurs.
"No Mommy! It's not a shark, it's a Cretoxyrhina." (as if he couldn't believe I just called it a shark!)
"Mommy I drew you a picture of prunes, a straight line, and a Spiderman umbrella. I'm not drawing you another picture!" Because honestly 1 picture at a time is his limit.
But today, after trying to convince him to go outside with me for 2 1/2 hrs, we made it out!! My sanity is starting to come back! Of course I don't know if it was the going outside or the taking the train away and putting it in timeout - because he was hurting me on purpose and it was the only way to get his attention and get him to stop - that helped more. Fresh air and no train for a few hours - aaahhhh (pleasant sigh).