I wonder where he gets it?

Sam has been really hard this week. Constantly testing and pushing the limits to see what he can get away with. I think that I've been pretty good about following through with consequences and such, but lately he just doesn't seem to care. He acts like he doesn't hear me. I feel like Charlie Brown's teacher, "Mwa, mwa, wa, wa, wa...." You get the idea, right?

Lat night he found himself in bed at 6:20. He was taking a bath with Grace and splashing water everywhere. I asked him to stop. He kept splashing. I told him to stop or he would have to get out. He kept splashing. He was removed from the tub. He had a FIT!!!! Stamping his feet, screaming, shrieking....he was told to stop or he would go to bed. He didn't stop and to top it off, he hit me....

Tonight after he ate dinner he was bouncing around the kitchen with a balloon. Brad told him to stop. He didn't. So I leaped out of my chair, grabbed the balloon and a steak knife....Sam was stunned. I don't think he could wrap his little brain around what had just happened...I think Brad was stunned too....Not my finest parenting moment but it felt soooooo good!

Later on Sam was playing with another balloon. I walked into the room and Sam ran in the corner and yelled, "Mommy, I'm being good. Please don't stab this balloon!" I felt like mommy dearest...."No more wire hangers!"