Poor bugaboo. My little lamb has another ear infection, so everything is difficult for her right now.
I thought sitting outside eating a "pa!pa!" would be a good distraction and maybe even enjoyable. And it was, until it melted faster than she could eat it.
I tried to "clean it" for her (lick up the dripping areas) That enraged her. Unfortunately, all the swinging that the ensuing tantrum brought on only encouraged the great melt.
Then, the melted popscicle fell off the stick. Poor dear was broken hearted and so angry.
How do you explain that it isn't anyone's fault, it just happens? Life just happens sometimes.
She was so beside herself that I dug out my one last hidden bpa-laced bottle, filled it with milk and decided that short term comforts were, in this case, more important than long term consequences.
It's supposed to be 24 degrees here today, after a long, wet, cold winter. Not that we'll know, we'll be stuck inside.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Help? No! Yeah! Mine! We did it!
sigh. Life with a toddler.
This morning we got dressed. Sounds simple enough.
First the shoes went on (with pyjamas still on and no socks). Then, shoes had to be tightened, with no help, but with yelps and howls of complaint.
Then t-shirt was used as a scarf/tie/shawl/coat; I'm still not sure what the purpose was.
Finally Sophia agreed to take her shoes off and her pajama bottoms off. Socks on, no problem. Leg 1 of pants on, easy, I'm homefree. Leg 2 and we come to a sudden halt. Sophia wants to do the pants up herself. OK, why not?
So starts a 20 minute process. In the beginning Sophia lies on her back and tries to do up the pants will they are still mid-thigh. Finally I convince her that they need to be pulled up over her diaper. She wants to do this herself. I say do you want help? No!
OK, let me know if you want help. Sophia proceeds to yell at her pants and grunt for a few minutes. Followed by a frantic Help! So, the pants go over the diaper.
Arrogantly, I try to button the pants when they are up. No! Mine! Want help? NO!
Leave her alone, in a few minutes: HELP!, ok, we get them buttoned.
Repeat with zipper.
Finally when pants are on, I get a high five and a big smile that we did it!
I'm ready for a nap and it's only 9:30am
And baby just woke up, screaming. Must run.
This morning we got dressed. Sounds simple enough.
First the shoes went on (with pyjamas still on and no socks). Then, shoes had to be tightened, with no help, but with yelps and howls of complaint.
Then t-shirt was used as a scarf/tie/shawl/coat; I'm still not sure what the purpose was.
Finally Sophia agreed to take her shoes off and her pajama bottoms off. Socks on, no problem. Leg 1 of pants on, easy, I'm homefree. Leg 2 and we come to a sudden halt. Sophia wants to do the pants up herself. OK, why not?
So starts a 20 minute process. In the beginning Sophia lies on her back and tries to do up the pants will they are still mid-thigh. Finally I convince her that they need to be pulled up over her diaper. She wants to do this herself. I say do you want help? No!
OK, let me know if you want help. Sophia proceeds to yell at her pants and grunt for a few minutes. Followed by a frantic Help! So, the pants go over the diaper.
Arrogantly, I try to button the pants when they are up. No! Mine! Want help? NO!
Leave her alone, in a few minutes: HELP!, ok, we get them buttoned.
Repeat with zipper.
Finally when pants are on, I get a high five and a big smile that we did it!
I'm ready for a nap and it's only 9:30am
And baby just woke up, screaming. Must run.
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