Purple

Have you ever taken the Color Code test? I've taken it a few times in high school and college and always get the same result: 50% red, 50% blue. I guess I get this from my mom, but I'm a firm believer in the color code. It accounts for my wanting to be in control of everything all the time as well as my extreme guilt issues when things don't go the way I plan.

Last night was a pretty good expression of both my red and blue sides. We had our ward BBQ from 6-9. Tyson had school and wouldn't be able to be there until 7. I had had a pretty good day with the kids and felt like I was handling everything great and could go to the BBQ without Tyson. Easton and I were starving so I though we would just go and get our food and Tyson would be there before we knew it. So we get to the pavilion and get find a place to set Callan's carseat. We got our buns ready for our hotdogs and hamburger and got all our fruit and dessert, but the line for the meat was HUGE. So I sat Easton down with the fruit thinking he would sit there and be good. But no. I got in the meat line and the next thing I know, Easton had run probably a half a mile away back to the parking lot. I asked my sweet neighbor, Linda, to hold my buns (lol) and ran after Easton. I begged him to stay close by me, but he ran away over and over again. One time he even crossed a street and ran completely out of the park. I was extremely mad and so embarrassed that I couldn't control him! By this time, Callan had started crying in his carseat and another lady from the ward was holding him and taking care of her own kids and trying to eat her food at the same time. I would guess I had run about 2 miles chasing Easton so I finally decided to just hold Easton in the meat line where he proceeded to bite me repeatedly on the shoulder (so hard I have a bruise this morning). Linda told me to go sit down with him and she would get my food. Thank heavens. So I sat with Easton and tried to talk to him and keep positive. Every time someone from the ward came up to talk to me, Easton would take the opportunity to run off. It literally took about a half hour to get the meat. By the time Tyson got there I was DONE. I told Tyson to hurry and get some food so we could go home.

I wanted to punish Easton by taking him home and he missed out on the train ride and all the other games they had planned. Only problem is, he didn't know and could have cared less. I felt like a terrible parent! When we pulled in the driveway Easton took Callan's binky and started sucking on it which he is told over and over again not to do. He just blatantly disobeys! He does it on purpose and it drives me insane! I didn't even turn off the car I was so mad. I took him in and put is PJs on, told him I loved him and goodnight. Then I had a little breakdown to say the least.

Tyson and I talked and decided to go in and try to talk to Easton. The conversation went a little bit like this...

"Easton, mommy and daddy love you."

"I know."

"And we just want you to obey."

"No. I do things by myself all the time cuz I'm a big boy."

"We try to teach you to obey so you can be safe. You ran into the road and you could have gotten hit by a car."

"Ok. Let's pretend this is a car (foot) and this is a road (other foot) and this can be a wall (book)."

HE DOESN'T CARE AT ALL! NO FORM OF DISCIPLINE WORKS ON THIS CHILD!

So...I have resorted to cracking open a book for the first time in five years. That's right people. I haven't read a book since high school. My friend, Lisa, brought me this book a while ago and swears by it (even though she doesn't have any kids:)

I've read the first three chapters. So far, it makes sense. We'll see if it does any good.

P.S. I know- 2 posts in one day? It probably looks like I have a lot of time on my hands - but really I'm just putting off all the things I don't want to do:)