Kids push your buttons. They do this on purpose. I don’t know why. Perhaps its normal limit testing. Perhaps it’s a part of emotional growth. Perhaps the little bastards just enjoy watching their parents get all worked up. I’m going with the latter. For some reason Little Miss Junior has my number. She’s a devilish little girl by nature, but she’s got a knack for driving me crazy while Red just chuckles.
This may seem irrational (because it is), but she knows when it’s my morning to wake up. She does. She knows…. and she gets up an extra hour early. Just for me. All the time. For some reason LMJ has a sixth sense for when Red is taking the morning shift and she’s rarely up before 7am on those days. In the last week She’s been up at 5:15, 6:15, and 6:20am for me. That’s right, 5:15am. I woke up to go to the bathroom that morning and LMJ was happily playing in her crib talking to herself, waiting for DaDa. As I write this on Saturday night, she woke up at 7:30am for Red this morning. She slept in today, for some reason.
LMJ also exhibits certain behaviors that just drive me nuts. Every morning without fail, during breakfast, she’s munching away on her cereal, or oatmeal, or whatever, and she puts her feet up on the kitchen table. This interaction then transpires:
Me: “Honey, take your feet off the table, that’s yucky.”
LMJ smiles at me from her booster seat, takes her feet off the table, and then slowly puts one heel back where it was, next to her cereal bowl.
Me: “LMJ, no. Take your feet off the table”
LMJ: “No dada” while shaking her head seriously and leaving her foot right where it is.
I remove her foot from the table and repeat “no feet on the table LMJ, it’s yucky.”
As if choreographed, she smiles at me with angelic eyes, and actually leans forward and puts her head on my arm in a very ‘aww isn’t that cute’ moment…. then she puts both feet back on the table and looks at me in delight. The first time she did this I laughed out loud. The last time she did this I got completely perturbed. Yes, I have found myself getting easily flustered by an 18 month old.
What’s peculiar is that our oldest daughter, Little Miss, has the same effect on Red. LM can push Red’s buttons like it’s her job. The same behaviors that bring out the worst in Red, often roll off my back, and vice versa with LMJ. It’s hard to explain, but for some reason I have far more patience for LM’s button pushing, while her little sister can quickly drive me up a wall. LMJ doesn’t even bother with the whole ‘feet on the table’ antic for her mom. She saves that one for me. Even if she did, Red would just ignore it, and the behavior would stop… while I let my blood pressure boil and start correcting the behavior and falling right into that trap laid by a chuckling 18 month old.
This is all too scripted to be coincidental. I think they plan this stuff. I think the kids gather when we’re not around and swap notes about how to drive us crazy. Little Miss sharpens her emotional daggers for Red, while LMJ practices her knowing glances in my direction while teetering off the top of some piece of furniture, as if to say, “I could fall dada, I could fall… are you watching? heheh…” I know LMJ can’t talk much yet, but she’s got those big devilish eyes. Don’t be fooled. She knows what she’s doing. I should probably get to bed. I’ve got morning duty tomorrow, so obviously LMJ will be up before daylight.