I'm PMSing.
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And while MOSTLY PMS just makes me bitchy, like everybody else, for a day or two in the middle I'm awesome and understanding and compassionate. It's great!
I hit that stage yesterday, and just in time. Evangeline had been throwing a (mostly) silent tantrum on the bus all the way home from the Y, furious that I wouldn't allow her to take up two whole seats. When we got off the bus she immediately started to scream. Not words, just "Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!" like a busted car alarm. She didn't want to hold my hand or walk with me, so I had to hold her arm with two hands.
Now, in the bitchy part of PMS, I would respond to this with snapping and yelling. And then I'd feel bad, and worse, it wouldn't even work. It'd just make her scream more.
In the normal part of the month, I'd proceed while attempting to ignore her. After all, she wasn't hurting anybody, and we weren't lingering around long enough to disturb anybody's peace.
But this is my brief time to really shine. As I'm dragging her up the hill, the thought enters my head that she is one very unhappy child. She probably wanted to stop carrying on, but she couldn't do it without letting me win!
So I stopped dead. "Eva? Do you want me to carry you?"
...
"FINE."
She threw that out for all the world like she was going to do ME a favor! Ha! So I picked her up and she immediately stopped screaming, tucked her arms in like she was tired in the wrap, and started sobbing. Poor baby. And then she calmed down and we went home.
Ana, to give her credit, was amazingly understanding as well. *huggles* It was Ana's seat that Evangeline kept trying to shove her way into, but she didn't get upset about it. She's really a good kid. (They both are scrupulously fair when it comes to injustice regarding their sister. I don't know where we went right.)
Oh, also, the two of them climbed on top of their mom's closet yesterday, on the part of it that juts into their room. It's actually a great little nook, though the climbing up part wasn't very safe. I won't describe how they did it (Jenn didn't want the memories of the feat preserved), but let's just say that next time? They have to use a real ladder. And, um, not go up there in their new leggings. Filthy, filthy, covered in dirt. Had we been there we probably could've enforced both of those, but nobody thought they'd do this! (Well, that really is always the way.)
I hit that stage yesterday, and just in time. Evangeline had been throwing a (mostly) silent tantrum on the bus all the way home from the Y, furious that I wouldn't allow her to take up two whole seats. When we got off the bus she immediately started to scream. Not words, just "Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!" like a busted car alarm. She didn't want to hold my hand or walk with me, so I had to hold her arm with two hands.
Now, in the bitchy part of PMS, I would respond to this with snapping and yelling. And then I'd feel bad, and worse, it wouldn't even work. It'd just make her scream more.
In the normal part of the month, I'd proceed while attempting to ignore her. After all, she wasn't hurting anybody, and we weren't lingering around long enough to disturb anybody's peace.
But this is my brief time to really shine. As I'm dragging her up the hill, the thought enters my head that she is one very unhappy child. She probably wanted to stop carrying on, but she couldn't do it without letting me win!
So I stopped dead. "Eva? Do you want me to carry you?"
...
"FINE."
She threw that out for all the world like she was going to do ME a favor! Ha! So I picked her up and she immediately stopped screaming, tucked her arms in like she was tired in the wrap, and started sobbing. Poor baby. And then she calmed down and we went home.
Ana, to give her credit, was amazingly understanding as well. *huggles* It was Ana's seat that Evangeline kept trying to shove her way into, but she didn't get upset about it. She's really a good kid. (They both are scrupulously fair when it comes to injustice regarding their sister. I don't know where we went right.)
Oh, also, the two of them climbed on top of their mom's closet yesterday, on the part of it that juts into their room. It's actually a great little nook, though the climbing up part wasn't very safe. I won't describe how they did it (Jenn didn't want the memories of the feat preserved), but let's just say that next time? They have to use a real ladder. And, um, not go up there in their new leggings. Filthy, filthy, covered in dirt. Had we been there we probably could've enforced both of those, but nobody thought they'd do this! (Well, that really is always the way.)
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Date: 2012-01-11 07:00 pm (UTC)I didn't realize Eva was still small enough to be carried, or at least not in your arms - what's she weigh now?
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Date: 2012-01-11 09:55 pm (UTC)She's really not that small anymore, but remember I carried her EVERYWHERE until she was three and a half, and most places until she was four. I still carry her often, and I lug all my groceries home once a week from the supermarket. I'm strong, yo!
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Date: 2012-01-13 05:53 am (UTC)The nook on top of the closet sounds very cool - heh, send 'em up the ladder in their old clothes and have then clean it out; why not? Then they can play up there as much as they want.
Heh, 'not preserving the memory of the feat' - too late for that; once they've done it once, they'll never forget. Any place it's possible to climb, children eventually will climb - at least, if you've got the climbing variety of children.
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Date: 2012-01-13 11:33 am (UTC)