Defiance

I know I mentioned in the last post that Zach is hating to have to take a nap anymore. Well, that hasn't changed. But I don't know if I've mentioned how much he hates going to bed too. He used to do so well at going to bed. I think the biggest reason why he excelled in that area was because of his dear friend Mr. Pacifier. Now that Mr. Pacifier is no longer waiting for Zachary to come to bed, he no longer wants to go to bed. I can understand that the abrupt change was difficult for him. I'm sure the best description of the expierence for him would somewhat be like describing a death. He held his pacifiers so near and dear to his heart. Even though he thought they were going off to serve some younger child with the same assistance they provided him, I'm sure he still wishes they would come back. Of course his mean old mom was the one who encouraged and forced him to mail them to "the babies". Maybe that's the cause for his sudden up surge in deplorable and tyrantical behavior. Maybe the increase of flailing arms aimed at hitting his mother in any location they can seem to meet is all because I was the one who made him send away his best friend. Did I ever mention the reason why I was so quick to send away Mr. Pacifier? Of course I wasn't trying to jump into a relationship similar to that of a mother and their teenager, i.e. I'm going to try to make you life as miserable as possible, even if it's miserable for both of us. No, I made the decision so abruptly because of the way he was treating his friend. He most definitely was not being nice. He had gnawed off the tips of TWO pacifiers. About the size of a black eyed pea, maybe larger. (He didn't have much to work with.) You could've thought a rodent had attacked them. The second time he had done much more damage than the first. I had asked him where the rest of it was and he looked at me with a blank expression as in, "uhhh, I don't know." I figured he had swallowed that massive amount of silicone. (I have stumbled upon the tiny, yet ginormous pieces in his room, we can all rest at ease that he didn't eat silicone.) So, it was then and there that I told him he had 2 more nights to enjoy those suckers (no pun intended) because after that we are putting them in an envelope and shipping them off. Of course the whole trip to the post office was super exciting and that partly helped to make it okay at the time. But I think the pent up anger and animosity has finally come raging out and it is all aimed at me. Every time I discipline him for anything he says, "I want my daddy." As though Daddy will rescue him. Tyler and I still don't know why he does this because we both discipline him for the same things, but I'm starting to think he wants his daddy because a lot of the time it was his daddy who gave him his pacifier at night. And it wasn't his daddy who made him put his remaining two best friends in an envelope and send them away.