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wednesday
I'm doing much better today. Still snuffly, but it's mostly inside my head so I just sound worse than I feel. Hopefully my sinuses will drain in the next day or so and I'll be back to normal.
This morning when I left home it was sunny and chilly. Now when I look outside it's grey. Then two minutes later I look outside and it's snowing, and one minute after that I look and it's stopped. New England weather. Gotta love it.
- an hour later -
It's sunny again. Weirdness.
The deal with the strawberry shortcake wasn't that kidlet realized he wasn't the center of the universe (because he still is), but that daddy Michael said "No" to him so quickly and without thinking...now, adults like you and I understand the finer points of speech, but toddlers do not. Saying "No, this is for Mommy," didn't imply to kidlet that he might be able to get his own, instead it said to him, "No, I am rejecting you." So the onus lies on us as parents to be cautious about how we use language with him until he understands its full meaning.
In my opinion it's the same thing with humor and horseplay...when kidlet was around eight months old we stopped doing the "I'm going to eat your (arm, leg, belly, whatever)" because at the time we were teaching him not to bite. You can't teach a kid not to bite by turning around and showing them that it's all right to play at biting. We also don't make jokes with him that aren't obvious, and we always make sure he knows when we are joking and when we are serious. I try to look at things through his eyes, never having seen things before, and realized that a lot of things can be misconstrued.
I get really sad when I see little kids with toy guns and knives and the like...before I was a parent I didn't see why people got so upset about so-called "violent" toys. I thought that the parents could teach the kid that it's a toy and how to play appropriately with it. But now I realize that knives and guns should NEVER be toys, that's not what they're about. And that is something I don't want to expose my son to until he's ready to understand just what these things do. He already knows that knives are sharp and can hurt people, and I suspect that soon we'll be having the gun discussion even though we have no guns in the house and he never goes places that have guns.
- day passes -
thursday
That was from yesterday, this is today.
Last night when we went to the daycare to pick up kidlet I entered the room and saw him quite happily flitting about in a Disney Princess dress (I think it was Snow White's) and someone had French braided his hair. He was very cute. He walked up to me with a sparkly pink toy cell phone in one hand and started shouting, "Mommy! Mommy! Lights moving! Shoes! SHOES!" while dragging me to the window. I looked out the window and it took me a moment to figure out that he was talking about the flashing red lights over a crosswalk down the street, and not far from that, hanging from the power lines, were a pair of white sneakers.
On the way home daddy Michael and I got talking about the "Ohhhhh! MEEEEE?" incident of the other night and kidlet piped up, "Ohhh - meee?" (thoughtful pause) "Daddy said no." We exchanged a look and I said to him, "Daddy wasn't saying no to you, honey, daddy loves you very much." Kidlet again said quietly, "Daddy said no," and looked dejected. Daddy reiterated to kidlet that he does love him very much and that seemed to satisfy him a little. I said to daddy Michael, "That kid picks up on everything, doesn't he?"
- another day passes -
friday
Man, where does the time go? I had other stuff to talk about that I've since forgotten. Oh well, it's not like I'll never write again...I always find something to babble on about.
Have a good weekend.
I'm doing much better today. Still snuffly, but it's mostly inside my head so I just sound worse than I feel. Hopefully my sinuses will drain in the next day or so and I'll be back to normal.
This morning when I left home it was sunny and chilly. Now when I look outside it's grey. Then two minutes later I look outside and it's snowing, and one minute after that I look and it's stopped. New England weather. Gotta love it.
- an hour later -
It's sunny again. Weirdness.
The deal with the strawberry shortcake wasn't that kidlet realized he wasn't the center of the universe (because he still is), but that daddy Michael said "No" to him so quickly and without thinking...now, adults like you and I understand the finer points of speech, but toddlers do not. Saying "No, this is for Mommy," didn't imply to kidlet that he might be able to get his own, instead it said to him, "No, I am rejecting you." So the onus lies on us as parents to be cautious about how we use language with him until he understands its full meaning.
In my opinion it's the same thing with humor and horseplay...when kidlet was around eight months old we stopped doing the "I'm going to eat your (arm, leg, belly, whatever)" because at the time we were teaching him not to bite. You can't teach a kid not to bite by turning around and showing them that it's all right to play at biting. We also don't make jokes with him that aren't obvious, and we always make sure he knows when we are joking and when we are serious. I try to look at things through his eyes, never having seen things before, and realized that a lot of things can be misconstrued.
I get really sad when I see little kids with toy guns and knives and the like...before I was a parent I didn't see why people got so upset about so-called "violent" toys. I thought that the parents could teach the kid that it's a toy and how to play appropriately with it. But now I realize that knives and guns should NEVER be toys, that's not what they're about. And that is something I don't want to expose my son to until he's ready to understand just what these things do. He already knows that knives are sharp and can hurt people, and I suspect that soon we'll be having the gun discussion even though we have no guns in the house and he never goes places that have guns.
- day passes -
thursday
That was from yesterday, this is today.
Last night when we went to the daycare to pick up kidlet I entered the room and saw him quite happily flitting about in a Disney Princess dress (I think it was Snow White's) and someone had French braided his hair. He was very cute. He walked up to me with a sparkly pink toy cell phone in one hand and started shouting, "Mommy! Mommy! Lights moving! Shoes! SHOES!" while dragging me to the window. I looked out the window and it took me a moment to figure out that he was talking about the flashing red lights over a crosswalk down the street, and not far from that, hanging from the power lines, were a pair of white sneakers.
On the way home daddy Michael and I got talking about the "Ohhhhh! MEEEEE?" incident of the other night and kidlet piped up, "Ohhh - meee?" (thoughtful pause) "Daddy said no." We exchanged a look and I said to him, "Daddy wasn't saying no to you, honey, daddy loves you very much." Kidlet again said quietly, "Daddy said no," and looked dejected. Daddy reiterated to kidlet that he does love him very much and that seemed to satisfy him a little. I said to daddy Michael, "That kid picks up on everything, doesn't he?"
- another day passes -
friday
Man, where does the time go? I had other stuff to talk about that I've since forgotten. Oh well, it's not like I'll never write again...I always find something to babble on about.
Have a good weekend.
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