There is change in the air...

These boys are changing, much to my chagrin. Within one weekend, my two year kids have boycotted against all that is normal. I guess that is the job of a mommy...right? To let them wax and wane as time passes. To let them grow. To let them flex their little independent muscles.

Yeah...I am for all that. As long as it fits into what I am used to in our everyday lives. As long as it fits into my plan.

Example #1: My two year old little man has decided he is done with naps. You heard me, people. DONE. WITH. NAPS. Done with my daily break. Done with the saving grace against early evening melt-downs. Done with the only possible time I have to do absolutely anything independently.
At first I thought it was a fluke. He slept in a little late. There was a lot of excitement that day (trip to the museum, lunch with Daddy, etc.). He laid in his bed and sang for 40 minutes. He jumped on the bed for 15. He yelled for me for 10. I gave in and let him out.
The next day....EXACT SAME THING. It was 2:15 and I told him to watch his clock until it said 3:00 and then he could get up....figuring that he would never make it that long. Would you believe there was silence until 3:01 when he is squealing that it is "Tree ohh ohh, Mommy!"
What are you gonna do? Not reward the kid for not only staying still and quiet for 45 minutes, but also knowing the time? ugh....

Example #2: Rex is cutting me off! The nerve! For three days in a row, he has nursed fine when he first gets up and when he is going to bed, but has other plans during the day. Anytime I attempt to nurse him in a public place (and by public I mean in our living room with Roanin and Shawn), he is so over me. He will arch, grunt, turn away, and actually laugh at my attempts to make him do anything otherwise. He is interested in anything anyone else is doing, the tv, the dog, the air we are breathing.....

*sigh*

I'm off to wrestle Rex into some afternoon nutrition while he stares at his zombie brother....