Tuesday, February 5, 2008

How goes YOUR battle?

So, Tanner was two months old on Monday - which meant one exciting event - 2 month immunizations - lovely. So, I decided to leave a few minutes early and get an extra errand done before our appointment, which required me to go and start the car just to get it warmed up. When I left, Tanner was quietly watching a movie, and Taylor was peacefully sleeping in his swing. As I was approaching our front door not 60 seconds later, Taylor was screaming - I thought Tanner had maybe pulled him out of the swing, but it was ten times worse...

Tanner, for some reason, thinks little brothers are for picking on recently. He had bitten Taylor's forehead not once, but twice, and drew blood...



After getting Taylor settled down enough to buckle him in the carseat carrier, I started brushing my teeth while helping Tanner get shoes and a coat on...I turned my back... turned my back ...to spit in the bathroom sink, and Taylor was wailing before I got to the sink...As I litterally leaped into the front room, Tanner was cowering on the corner of the couch because he knew he was in BIG trouble! I glanced at Taylor and noticed his thumb was red - and throbbing - Tanner had bitten his fingernail - I'm suprized he didn't break the bone or worse, bite it off...

At the doctor's I was undressing Taylor to be weighed and noticed a third battle wound (actually the second in combat on this particualr day) where Tanner had bitten his knee. Good thing Taylor can have infant Tylenol now - On top of putting up with his brother's naughtiness, the nurse stuck Taylor with three needles - poor baby!

I don't know what has gotten into Tanner, but I'm frustrated!!! I guess we'll work it out - battle wounds are part of growing up, I suppose. (Sometimes I wish spanking was worth it and usefull - anymore Tanner pretty much laughs at us when we try to discipline...any tips? I'm asking for advice :) )

7 comments:

Rachel Chick said...

Deanna! Of course I remember you guys! We'd love to get together sometime! The girls are always up for new friends, and we always like finding old friends! :) Your boys are adorable! Your youngest is only about 2 months younger than Elsie, she turned four months on the third. My email address is rachelchick@gmail.com. Get a hold of me! We'd love to meet up with you!
Rachel

Alan and Brandi Cotton said...

OH, that is so sad! Poor little guy! I'm no pro at advice since I don't even have children. However, I say that Tanner is begging for attention and that he just might resent his little bro for taking it away from him. The same thing happend to me. My sister was so jealous of me.... and it took 16 years to get over it. Literally! So whatever you do, let the Spirit be your guide and they will be best buds in no time. :)

PS The word verification does nothing for your blog. It just slows those who comment down.

Alisha said...

Hey! Peter has done some of the same things to Andrew (his baby brother). I did find that when I would make sure to spend time with just Peter and I and taught him how to help me with the baby it got better. Also, always, always, pray for patience and the spirit! Hang it in there! It will get better!

Elena said...

Hey!! I love a new blog buddy! This story cracked me up! Poor baby though. That's a rough day. No advice from me, it's just amazing how much tougher the babies are that come after number one.

Elena said...

p.s. I added you to my links, hope that's okay.

Deanna said...

totally fine! You'll be on my 'rounds', too!

staci baker said...

I can TOTALLY relate! Tyler went through an AWFUL biting stage when Peyton was born. It's natural. He feels snubbed because he doesn't get all the attention anymore, is frustrated but can't communicate...but can do something to get a reaction out of people...and thus...attention! (Or I guess that's their logistics of it.) I spent many days in tears because of it the first couple of months, but slowly Tyler has gotten better. Just be patient and be VERY firm (but fair) in your discipline. We stick Tyler in time out when he does it. He hates it.