I’m linking up again with Jen at Conversion Diary. Thank you Jen!
I’m watching two of my friend’s kids this afternoon. I’m getting a glimpse of what it would be like to have a 6yo girl, boy and girl 3 yo twins, and a 10 month baby, and it’s . . . not so bad. The girls played princesses together–so cute! My Girl 1 always wants to dress up in her Aurora dress, but she’s never seen all of Sleeping Beauty. She didn’t get it when the 6yo told her to get in bed and pretend to sleep. Finally the 6yo (dressed as Belle) agreed to do the sleeping. Nice when they can work it out among themselves.
Speaking of letting them work it out, the 6yo started tattling on her little brother. I decided to nip it in the bud.
“Is he hurting anyone?” “No.” “Is he breaking anything?” “No.” “Well, you don’t have to tell me about it unless he’s hurting someone or breaking something.” “Okay . . . ”
Clearly, this was not the response she was looking for, but it’s worked so far. I’m hoping this approach will work with my own kids in the years to come. But . . . .
My tattling-prevention plans, in all likelihood, will go the way of all the hubristic ideas about parenthood I had before having kids (or before my kids got to a particular stage). For instance, I worked hard to buy clothes for Girl 1 that all matched or at least didn’t clash with each other. But then we got some gifts and hand-me-downs that she got attached to before I had the chance to hide them, and now we’ve reached this point:
But at least, she hasn’t gone out like this, because . . .
We haven’t gone out much the past two weeks. The baby was sick the week of Thanksgiving and we stayed in most of this following week to make sure she was over it. Surprisingly, our long days at home have gone really, really well.
It’s like Girl 1 gets into the groove of amusing herself. This is the girl who used to exclaim, “No go home! No go home!” when we were in the car and approaching a stop light she recognized as being close to our house. She was less than 2 at the time. When we’re out part of the day, she doesn’t know what to do with herself for the other half. When we start off the day on a quiet, not-going-anywhere note, though, she does okay.
I’m not going to give up her three-morning preschool or significantly reduce playdates. I am, though, more inclined to just hold off on ballet lessons, violin lessons, tumbling classes, etc., that other 3 and 4 year olds already are getting involved in.
My printer arrived, and it is a beauty. I press a button, and it prints and scans. No drama. (Haven’t tried the fax yet.) I’m especially pleased because I set it up all by myself. Being married to an IT guy, I instinctively
make let him do anything remotely technical around the house. But I feel really good having done it myself . . . plus if it stops working I have only myself to blame turn to for an explanation.
Finally, if anyone is wondering, the second part of Pat’s masterpiece, Romance at Age 3, will be posted tomorrow. He’s a clever guy, isn’t he?
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