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End of an era?

We’re approaching a time when my 3-year-old may no longer take naps. He’s fighting to stay up and play, but the longer he stays up, the worse his attitude gets. He gets so upset over tiny things so much easier when he’s tired.

Today was a battle. We used a bribe to get him to agree to go into the bedroom for quiet time. If he fell asleep, all the better. But he had to be in there for a while and be quiet.

Ten minutes later he’s asleep.

That’s right, you mac&cheese munching munchkin! You’re not taking away my mommy time yet!

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Socializing

I witnessed something my 3-year-old had never done before today. He introduced himself by name to another kid. Of course this kid was not much more than a year old and couldn’t reciprocate, but it was a nice gesture.

What confuses me, and must confuse children, is that we tell them not to talk to strangers. But then we constantly tell them to go say hi and play with other kids. At what point does a potential playmate become a stranger? How do we make that distinction? Age? Attitude? Whether or not mommy said it was okay?

My kids seem to gravitate toward other adults just as much as, or more than, other kids. If there’s a parent watching their child play, just like I am, they’ll go make friends with the parent almost more easily than the kid.

I think it may have to do with the energy levels of the kids. If they’re running around all hyper and crazy, my kids will avoid them. The parents have a much more approachable demeanor. And there’s no fear of getting mowed over.

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I want, I want, I want

Isn’t it funny how the list of things you want as a parent can get so big? As a kid you want ice cream or a movie or to play at a friend’s house. As a parent you want to sleep, eat a quiet meal in a nice restaurant or even in your own living room. You want to go to the bathroom by yourself and read a book with more than 25 pages in it. The things that used to be essential to make you happy have severely altered.

Sadly, one of the things I want most right now…. mac & cheese.

Damn the power of suggestion.

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What we’ve come to

WMe are on day three of home confinement. The heat has held us captive and now we can’t even go out in the cooler mornings because of unhealthy levels of wildfire smoke in the air.

The madness is starting to set in.

The tragedy of the day was the trimming of my 3-year-old’s toenails. After kicking, flailing, screaming and crying about it, he finally settled under threat of having his dinosaurs taken away.

I’m sure there was a time when we all screamed and cried about having our nails trimmed, only to end up indulging in it now as a pampering spa day, as adults.

You know how some pets are so resistant to having their claws trimmed that you have to take them in to the vet to have them knocked out and get a professional to do it for you? I’m thinking such a service needs to be available for kids, too.

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Perseverance

At what point do you give up the battle? You tell them the same things every day and you repeat the rules over and over and over again. For some reason there are certain things that never seem to sink in.

As a parent you always have to choose your battles. If something matters to you and you need to make sure they follow certain rules, you stick with it to the end. And then you have those extra things that you really wish they’d listen to, but ultimately it just adds to the battle.

Here’s the tricky thing. If you give up too easily, they start to catch on to your lack of resilience and use it their advantage. ‘Just keep it up, she’ll crack soon enough!’ It’s a test of your willpower and length of your fuse.

To arms!!

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Making the Best of It

We’re in for several days of intense heat. As a parent this is never a good time. Your playtime options diminish and everyone gets a little bit of cabin fever.

There’s a part of me that just wants to give them free reign for this time of confinement in the AC. And then they start to cause some damage and I lose that sense of passivity.

So we explore options.

Imaginary dino dig in the living room. Train tracks with a lumber yard, crane and stuffed animal passengers. Reading until my throat hurts. Tea parties for snack time. Dump truck races. Coloring. And ….. it’s only lunchtime. Mommy is tired.

Maybe the key to confinement is Disney.