"I fought the law & the LAW won!"

Okay, so here is the story-

Today Eli was so incredibly fussy. He hasn't been sleeping well for weeks & i had drug him around to 2 different grocery stores to hit the different sales. He was tired, he was grumpy, he didn't want to share the (newly picked this morning) library books in the car, he didn't want to stay in his car seat, he wanted to kick the seat, wanted to throw his snack all over the car & he DIDN'T want to go to bed, even though he OBVIOUSLY needed to. So he was crying & melting down in the bedroom because he didn't want to nap. So he started the "tactics." He wanted his blankie- so we got the blankie. He wanted the mini christmas tree plugged in, so we plugged it in. He wanted a new blankie, so we got a new blankie. But he still wouldn't stay in his bed. He kept getting out & i would put him back & get firm. THEN, he wanted to rock. I draw the line here. I know my children are only little once, but i can't do the rocking thing. If i rock them to sleep, they need to be rocked every night. My kids are not kids that can take an inch as an inch. THey take an inch & then beg for a mile the next time. So NO ROCKING before bed. I will rock you & cuddle when you get up. Eli has just started asking for this in the past few weeks, so i think it is just a tactic. So as he was melting down in the bedroom/hallway area, i was locking myself in my bedroom (for HIS safety) & about to meltdown myself. Finally, i decided i was going to ignore him. He was screaming, kicking & really tantruming, but i decided that i didn't care. He could do that but he wasn't going to get what he wanted out of it: My attention, or Rocking! No kidding, after an hour & 15 minutes of this mess, this is what i found.

And i felt VICTORIOUS!I know this post probably sounds terrible to those of you who do not have strong willed children. But trust me, my kids know just what buttons to push & today i decided that i didn't have the energy. The button broke.

Even Lola came to check out how it got so quiet!

So, i took him & put him in his bed.... and the rest was history....

....well, for 3 hours anyway. Until he woke up & dinner wasn't ready. Then another meltdown started just in time for Daddy to come home. Oh the joys of the toddler years!