Frosty the Snowman and Attitude...

Are the two things I am so sick of right now in my house! During the month of December we tivo'd the original Frosty the Snowman cartoon when it came on television one night. Usually I love that show and I have watched it every year since I was a kid, but I must say that these days I would be happy to never see that show ever again. Peyton loves it and insists on watching it everyday sometimes several times a day even though Christmas is long gone. Several times I have been tempted to hit YES, Delete Now when the show is over and I am prompted by the tivo system, but I can't bring myself to get rid of the one sure distraction I have for Peyton. That is the only way I can have any kind of conversation on the phone these days since she usually starts a temper tantrum the minute I get a call. So, my friends, if I havn't phoned you lately it is not because I don't love you and have plenty to tell you. I just can't talk over the pterodactyl cries that begin with Peyton and then Ryan feels the need to try and trump.
Peyton is almost 3, going on 13 these days as far as our attitude goes too. I know she looks so sweet in all the pictures you see on this blog but don't let those fool you! Poor girl had to have a 2nd set of tubes put in her ears again about a week ago. I hated to put her through the surgery again, but we had about 6 ear infections in a 4 month time frame and we were strongly advised to go ahead and repeat the procedure since her first tubes fell out around this time last year. Anyhow...the nurse brought us back in the recovery room where Peyton was waking up and was saying how beautiful and sweet she looked as she was cuddling her pillow. I was just thinking to myself that Peyton hasn't yet realized where she is at this point or what just happened to her because she wouldn't have those nurses thinking she was a little angel. About 5 minutes later, I'm sure those nice ladies thought otherwise! We were trying to get her dressed to go home and all hell broke loose. She didn't want anyone touching her and was flailing around so much that it took a couple of us to get her shirt on. She is yelling and screaming so loud that I was trying to get her out of there as fast as we could. We were in the recovery room where about 10 other people were coming out of anesthesia and I was just thinking what a horrible sound that would be to wake up too. I think it would actually freak me out to wake up from surgery hearing so much crazy shouting. So Peyton is hitting anyone she can reach and Brandon tucks her up under his arm and heads for the door. Peyton is kicking so hard that she sends her shoes flying off her feet and I'm scrambling to grab all our stuff and Ryan before we create any bigger scene leaving the hospital. The nurse comes up behind me and tells me that I should call the doctor if Peyton doesn't calm down and is behaving like this later in the day. REALLY? Well he would be on my speed dial if I had to call him for this kind of behavior because it happens almost everyday! I assured the nurse that she was fine. "She's two" was the explaination I gave her as we left. That poor lady still called me the next day to see if Peyton had finally calmed down and was feeling o.k. Anyhow...we are going through the hitting stage and saying no to everything mommy asks her to do. If any of you have advice as how to deal with this until we outgrow it I would definately appreciate it! Spanking and time out is not working with this stubborn girl. I dread the teenage years already. I know she is at the normal age to test her independence but I am needing a lot more patience these day. We are also dealing with our newfound freedom from being in a big girl bed but that is for another blog! I'm too exhausted to talk about it right now!