Yesterday was a day of great patience testing. My often mischievous daughter has had behavior which has caused me to consider things like reform school and contacting the Super Nanny at of late. He-Man was a toddler when Donut came along and we had NONE of these same problems. Never once did I struggle with him doing things that could harm his sister. But then again, never once did my husband announce when He-Man was a mere infant that the child had sneaky eyes and would be a challenge in the discipline department. But when Donut was only three months old, the Captain informed me that Donut was going to be a little mean and sneaky and we were going to have our hands full. Of course I thought he was crazy. He's been proven right ever since though. First of all, she is highly intelligent. She also isn't affected by punishment (or reward... don't worry, we always try that first!). She occasionally seems upset when we are disappointed in her but it rarely carries over to the next time. The "bad" behaviors are simply repeated as if we'd not been over it before. Usually this isn't that big of a deal. But when it comes to her harming her baby brother... I can't be so patient any longer.
When I am nursing him, she gets on top of us and no amount of begging her to, "Please move" works. She pushes into his head,tries to pick him up, pulls his legs, his arms, and it always ends in him screaming. She is not affected whatsoever by my telling her to stop. I have to physically push her off. This is what happens when I'm holding him. Imagine what it's like when he's in his swing or car seat or... well, you get the picture. Yesterday was especially hard. I had left the two olders on the floor playing with a toy and the baby in the swing. I went outside to the garage to get a bag of frozen veggies and then came back in to find her near the swing and the baby coughing and gagging. Then he threw up, big time. I asked her what she'd done. Just a few days ago, he'd coughed and sneezed out tiny bits of green stuff... she'd been feeding him sugar snap peas. When he was merely a couple of days old, I found popcorn all around him and in his mouth. This is no new thing. So when she ran off, dove into the sofa face first and told me she couldn't say what she'd been doing, I panicked. He-Man then told me that she'd fed the baby a googly eye. One of the googly eyes from the craft toy with which they had been playing was missing. I checked. Sure enough. She insisted that this wasn't the case. She'd not fed him a googly eye. But she lies all of the time. I can't trust her. Shortly after that, He-Man found the missing googly eye on the floor... it had blended in with the rug. But the fact remained that she had done something to the baby to make him throw up and gag.
I fixed the play yard so that he would lay on the bottom of it instead of being more towards the middle. He's happily laying in the bottom of the playyard, cooing and waving his arms. I had forced her to sit next to me in the kitchen while I unloaded the dishwasher. But she, with no respect for authority got up, went into the living room, picked up a long metal rod from the pieces of the playyard that I'd taken apart and proceeds to hit him about the head with it. Wow.
While I was fixing dinner, I had brought him in his swing into the kitchen. He was so happy watching me bustle about making food. I had to open the refrigerator to get something out, which blocked him from view for a moment. Suddenly he's screaming. Blood curdling screams. She's next to him. I went over to pick him up, she darted off. His whole hand was covered in blood. His leg had blood on it. I have no idea what to do. I go outside and show her dad what she'd done and he said he'd come in and deal with it. After some detective work it seems that she was clipping his nail and cut more flesh than nail.
It scares me that she is this sneaky. It scares me that I have to keep my eyes on her every waking moment of the day. She climbs counters. She leaves the house. She eats entire bottles of homeopathic tablets. She sneaks into my bathroom and gets my toothpaste all over the place. She destroys things. She shows no remorse. I'm at the end of my rope.