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The Strands of Time

So, T.Puzzle is going through this thing.  He likes to be assertively independent more so than usual.  Of course this will only apply as he sees fit.  He is adamant about dressing himself yet doesn’t believe in wiping his own bottom.

This can make life interesting.

I picked him up early last week to go to the allergist.  I made him use the potty at school before we left.  It was taking forever so I peaked in on him.  Lo and behold, little man is wiping his own bottom!  Like I said, this is something he refuses to do at home.  Well, game over kid, your stinky tush is now your responsibility.  I say this with a grain of salt and an arsenal of stain remover and extra strength detergent stockpiled  in my laundry room. 

T.Puzzle’s independence has been creeping into other areas.  I ordered him a cheeseburger and fries at dinner with white milk.  When it arrived he had a myriad of complaints.  He wanted chocolate milk and he doesn’t like fries.  First of all, he has never drank chocolate milk in his entire life and secondly, what four year old boy doesn’t like fries?

A contrary one trying be his own man and attempting to turn all his mother’s hair gray.

One strand at a time, folks. 

One strand at a time.

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Soccer, Sunshine & the Stinky Face

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Yesterday, the four of us hopped on our bikes and headed to the soccer fields.  The mail lady commented on how she wished she could join us in the sunshine as we whizzed by.

Full Speed rode his big boy bike.  No training wheels, no how.

We were golden.  We did some drills (all according to Mad Dog’s direction–my soccer knowledge consists of ‘kick the ball’ and ‘don’t use your hands’). 

The best part was when Mad Dog played ‘keep away’ from the me and the boys.  It took all three of us, intense concentration and sometimes we caught a break to occasionally knock the ball from Mad Dog’s skilled feet.  The boys loved this game. 

Then, Mad Dog tried to have Full Speed run a  ‘dribbling’ drill.  Apparently this means doing something with your feet and has nothing to do with the fine motor control of retaining saliva in your mouth.  Since Full Speed wasn’t good at controlling the ball in this manner; he pouted, cried and acted like a very spoiled two year old. 

The bike ride home was drama-filled and drawn out.  Full Speed refused to pedal (he’s not so great at riding without training wheels yet either).

At least the weather was lovely.

Eventually, Mad Dog had to coax Full Speed home on foot and I had to carry his bike while balancing mine with my free hand.  It was a long walk home.

I’m so thankful for second chances and new days.

So far so good.

I guess sometimes you need to go to the brink of bad behavior before you can return to the land of the well-behaved.
 

children, mommyhood, terrible threes

Oh ‘No’ !

So, yesterday little T.Puzzle refused to his eat pancakes. And, today he was all about the pancakes and wouldn’t eat his strawberries. I don’t understand. He normally loves strawberries, too.

If the word ‘no’ had never been invented, would raising a strong-willed child be easier?

I have lived it before (you all know Full Speed, right?) and apparently I am worse for the wear.

That’s why when someone asks me if I want to have more children the word ‘no’ launches from my mouth quicker than little T.Puzzle can bite someone (that’s faster than lightning).

Maybe I’m glad ‘no’ exists after all.