I realized with Cakes that no matter how yummy it actually is, if it doesn’t look yummy she’s just not that into it. So I’m always looking for ways to reinvent and reintroduce foods to her and letting her help me out as much as possible in preparing it since she likes to cook with me.
This isn’t really a recipe per say just a new fun way for her to eat fruit which she absolutely loves. A plus is that it was something she could help me make which quickly turned into her taking over and being able to do it all by herself. Proud mommy moment!
All you need is some watermelon and a small scooper and go to town. What a fun summer time treat.
I thought I was pretty lucky that I didn’t really experience the terrible 2’s or threenager with Cakes but man am I making up for it now. I didn’t really know it had a name until I was reading up on some of my favorite blogs and saw that there is indeed a name for what we are going through with our sweet sweet 4 year old Cakes. FOURNADO! Go ahead grab a cocktail, you’re gonna need it!
The Fournados consist of:
More “why’s” than any person is equipped to answer. This girl why’s us into circles. Mommy/Daddy why are my shoes blue? Because they only came in blue. Why did they only make blue? Because blue is their favorite color. Why is blue their favorite color? I don’t know Cakes, why is yellow your favorite color. Uh because it’s my favorite color. Exactly Cakes. But why? *which is usually followed by us looking to the other for help* We’ve learned to use the art of distraction or reverse why’s to deal with the endless slew of why’s. What’s a reverse why? When you’ve run out of creative answers and so you ask them why instead. She usually gets annoyed and changes the subject or walks out. Win for the parents!
Expansive/Expressive vocabulary. Sometimes I forget that I’m speaking to a four year old. It seems as though it started almost exactly on her 4th birthday when she started thanking us for her birthday “decorations” , telling us which friend has “annoyed” her at school and so she uses her “imagination” and plays alone or the best when she started closing the door while going potty because she needs “privacy please”. Most times we’re stunned and look at each other in disbelief at how she knows how to use her big words in the correct context with the appropriate expressions and emphasis. I love every minute of it, it confirms that our baby is a genius (lol).
Teenage Angst. This one is a killer. It’s like all of a sudden Cakes feels deeply and quickly. She cries because she loves us then turns around and has the biggest belly laugh at something on tv. Before we can even prepare to deal with one emotion she’s on to the next. We haven’t really figured out what to do with this yet so we kind of just let her go through it and offer a hug, for now that does the trick.
Combativeness. I don’t know if it can really be accredited to fournado or if she just gets in honest from her daddy but sometimes if you let her you’ll get sucked into major back and forth with this little lady and again you forget she’s only 4. “Wrong and Strong” is a word constantly used to describe Cakes. She’ll be dead wrong and argue you down anyway. Maybe it’s the makings of a future lawyer but most of the time we just tap out because she will wear you down.
Trying at times absolutely but I must say it is a pleasure seeing Cakes’ growing into such a little character. Although if I’m being completely honest more often than not I just grab my flask and hide in the bathroom for a long as I can before she comes barging in. Judge if you must!
What are some other Fournado traits you’ve dealt with/are dealing with and how do you cope.
Kids get on my nerves. Whoa whoa come back. Not in the way that you’re thinking. In the way that they force you to have serious grown up convos when all you really wanna do is laugh. Also, because they think they are just soooooooo damn smart.
A little while ago, I’m minding my business trying to binge catch up on Game of Thrones…from season 4 don’t judge me, in prances Cakes to tell me she’s ready to take a bath. I immediately notice she has on a different pair of undies from last I saw her 15 minutes ago, this usually means 1 thing and that sparks said serious grown up convo:
Me: Why did you change your undies? Did you have an accident?
Cakes: nods head
Me: sigh of disappointment
Cakes: But not in my bed (as if that makes it ok).
Me: *going into a mental frenzy wondering all the other horrible places she could have had this accident if not in the bed (on her couch, ON MY COUCH!, on the floor while playing with her toys which are now sitting in a puddle of “accident” that was really fun to clean up last time ugh)* I digress. Where Cakes?
Cakes: Um just in my undies.
Me: *sigh of relief* why didn’t you go to the bathroom?
Cakes: I did but, but I forgot to wipe myself so my undies got wet.
Me: Why didn’t you wipe yourself? Didn’t I tell you to wipe yourself?
Me: So why didn’t you.
Have you ever noticed that when having one of these serious talks with a kid or chastizing a child they suddenly become super focused on something in the hopes that you’ll become super focused on the same thing and totally forget the “they’re in trouble” part? Well it was at this point in the convo that Cakes starts scratching her back and twisting and turning and lifting and lowering her shirt. I sat in amusement for about a good 3 minutes trying not to laugh at the thought that she totally thought she was getting away with something. I even appeased her a bit with concern and scratched her ever itching back with the caring mommy soothing voice. And just when she stopped “itching” and thought she was off the hook. BOOM. Back at it again with the convo. I guess she figured she had no wins and that’s when she went in for the kill and tried to hug me. I’m usually a sucka for a hug but not now, I had a point to prove which was you can’t bamboozle me kid, I know all the tricks. Which made me remember when my parents used to tell me “you can’t bullshit a bullshitter” and then I realized whoa I sound like my parents, this is getting too deep so I gave her the narrowed eyed, pluck finger formation and let her off with a warning of “don’t do it again” and let her go play. Once she was gone I laughed my head off. This kid.