Birth of the Tacklerette

Children are sponges – they observe all, take note, and showcase previously hidden talents when you least expect it.

Two weeks ago, the gym child care informed me Lil Diva was “acting out”. Out of the blue, she suddenly began pushing, hitting, and tackling other children – some significantly larger than her. I admit, hearing of her take down of one older girl – who nailed Lil Diva repeatedly during her “shoving little babies as hard as she could” stage about 6 months ago – I grinned.

You don't want to make her angry.

Payback baby.

I never said I was perfect.

I blamed CG, who just a few days prior, had an “awesome” time rough housing with her as giggles and squeals echoed in the air.

Coincidence? Perhaps.

For the most part, Lil Diva runs with the big kids now – not comprehending those younger lack the resiliency of Daddy or her brother.

We attended a birthday party last weekend, bursting with crazy children having a blast. Most of them were 4-6 years old, but one girl was only two weeks older.

At first, she and Lil Diva hit it off – two peas in a hug and slobbery kiss infused pod.  The adorable meter shattered, helpless to measure the level of extreme cuteness.

Just as we brought out the camera to catch it on film, the honeymoon phase wore off – along with the mommy restraints – as I set the two new best friends upon the floor.

And this happened:

Whether knowledge acquired from Daddy or her brother  – the fact remains:

We have a Tacklerette in the house.

God help me.

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About Kelly K @ Dances with Chaos

Kelly K has learned the five steps to surviving of motherhood: 1) Don't get mad. Grab your camera. 2) Take a photograph. 3) Blog about it. 4) Laugh. 5) Repeat. She shares these tales at Dances with Chaos in order to preserve what tiny amount of sanity remains. You can also find her on her sister blog, Writing with Chaos (www.writingwithchaos.com) sharing memoir and engaging in her true love: fiction writing. It's cheaper than therapy.
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9 Responses to Birth of the Tacklerette

  1. hahaa Honestly, I think all kids go through that phase at one point or another. At least, mine all have so far. Especially those that have been in a day care environment – I blame it on the other kids. 😉

    That video was too cute, even in all of its abusive glory.

  2. Kir says:

    oh my!!! LOL

    well if she’s going to keep up with Big Brother, she needs to learn the fine art of the tackle. 🙂

    love that picture of her, the pink dress and that face…TOO DAMN CUTE

  3. Jessica says:

    Perhaps I should not have let my toddler watch that video of the Tacklerette.

  4. marinasleeps says:

    I have two girls in my house … and I have to say dealing with their daddy and brother has made them two tough cookies. It comes with the territory. Dads and sons love to rough house so will your daughter until maybe she doesn’t wanna wrinkle her dress or learns about talking on the phone.

  5. Ironic Mom says:

    When I was taking Judo as an adult, I was ground fighting with our black belt instructor. After he said to me, “you definitely have an older brother.” Yup.

    I think it’s great girls are physical. Maybe not wrecking-ball physical, but aware of their bodies and the power they have.

    End of mini rant.

    I’m just still upset Colin Firth lost in Educlaytion’s MMM!

  6. Tacklerette. That has a nice ring to it.

    That stage has seemed to instensify a bit with each successive child. #4 has the tender touch of a middle linebacker.

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