Boy Behaving Badly

I will always love and support you my precious Alex James, but I hope this is not part of your future. Aim high, kid.

My son is tapping into his inner Chippendales dancer at just 21-months-old. He’s now whipping his diaper off like a pair of too-tight cheetah Speedos and throwing it in my crowded living room (I don’t know about you but I love toys all over the place). Am I wrong that I don’t stuff his diaper with $1 bills or something?

Why won’t my son keep his diaper on at all times? What’s up Mommy Mavens?

One of Alex's random diapers on a table, with his cute baby picture in the background. Of course I had to use this shot!

Yeah, I am taking to you.

The issues I am having go beyond a warm bath and Mommyjuice fix; I need your help.

If you’re stumped by my Chippendales diaper genie, I’ve got another one for you: spilled milk. On some days I do want to cry about it. Why won’t Alex simply eat his meal, say, “all done,” and excuse himself from his booster seat? Why must he insist on throwing every last morsel of food on the floor when he’s finished and follow up by heaving his always-faulty-no-matter-which-brand-I-buy sippy cup on top of it?

One more issue…and this one hurts. Alex greets little kids his age like a Mayor (saying “hi!” repeatedly) and a Mayor’s wife (blowing kisses). My son’s got it going on during the introductory period. And then, sometimes, he attacks…chasing, hitting, hair-pulling…and I want to shrivel up and die in embarrassment. I am on him–I swear I am not taking a break to play a fun game of Cheeky Bingo during play dates–but, inevitably, he does something I wish he wouldn’t do. It’s not all of the time, but it happens enough that I would pay for need tips to handle the toddler aggression phase.

That's us this week. My son knows I respond well to hugs and kisses after bad behavior (or pretty much anytime).

I’ve got the cutest, sweetest little boy behaving badly during school vacation week. Impeccable timing, Alex James. Two kids full-time who only listen part-time. Yay me!

Help me! Please?

***Today’s dish: Banana Crumb Muffins. I know my little buddy loves them because they never end up on the floor. : )***

These pass the toddler tantrum test, trust me.

Banana Crumb Muffins


1 1/2 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 teaspoon baking powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

3 bananas, mashed

3/4 cup white sugar

1/3 cup brown sugar, packed

1 egg, slightly beaten

1/3 cup butter, melted


2 tablespoons flour

1/8 teaspoon cinnamon

1 tablespoon butter, melted


Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Lightly grease muffin tins or use muffin cups.

In a bowl, combine the flour, baking soda, banking powder, salt. In another bowl, mix the bananas, egg, brown sugar, white sugar, and butter together. Mix it with the dry ingredients until it’s moistened.

Pour batter into the muffin tins.

In another bowl, combine the 2 tablespoons flour and cinnamon together. Cut in the cold butter until crumbles form. Sprinkle mixture on top of the muffins.

Bake muffins for 18-20 minutes, or until a cake tester comes out clean.

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8 Responses to Boy Behaving Badly

  1. Melissa says:

    O. M. G. I almost peed my pants!!! I found my son without a diaper the other day. Today he just whipped it out and peed on the bathroom rug. Lmao. I have no advice, mama!!!!

  2. Jen says:

    Hysterical! Toddlers are tough. Remove him when he hits and make him apologize. He will get it eventually.

  3. Courtney says:

    That’s too funny! Cody actually went through a stripping phase. Didn’t matter where we were – inside, outside, our house, somewhere else… – he would take off his pants and his diaper and run around yelling “Look at my junk mommy!” (“junk” courtesy of dad). At night he would take his diaper off so I started putting him in footy pjs that I would put on backwards so he couldn’t get them off. He just kinda grew out of it. Although today I was out front talking with my neighbor who just got back from Afghanistan (and missed the Cody stripping phase) when he came out of the house from going potty and asked me to help him with his pants…which he had left inside…. Neighbor didn’t really care to see Cody’s “junk” flapping in the breeze….

  4. great post! Keep up the awesome work!

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