The adorable song is by Sandra Boynton, from Philadelphia Chickens.
This was a tough weekend – every single sentence out of B’s mouth started with “Mommy …” Loads of questions. Unending negotiations. B hasn’t been getting enough sleep, so he’s grumpy. I’ve been dealing with a cranky five year old, so I’m grumpy. Continue reading
Is it the changing season? The change in household routine? The fact that Granddaddy was here last weekend? Or is it just a function of being four years old? Continue reading
I wouldn’t buy him a toy at the hardware (!) store. (Sidebar: why does the hardware store sell toys?) He did this the entire fifteen minute walk home, stopping occasionally to throw himself down on the ground, usually in front of witnesses. When I commented on his tenacity, Mr turned to me and snarked, “Yeah, I wonder where on earth he gets that from?”
On Martin Luther King day, we went ice skating at the ancient Penn Ice Rink. Mr and I really enjoyed it – I was astonished, and impressed, to find out that my husband can skate! Pretty well! Accomplishment is very attractive.
Even I did 3-4 laps around the rink – after the first lap, I even let go of the wall and skated on my own! This was a HUGE deal for me, as I fear/despise athletic pursuits because my lack of coordination frequently undermines and humiliates me.
B, however, was not feeling the ice skating At All. In retrospect, I think that I didn’t dress him warmly enough – he would have been fine if he’d been moving around, but he was too scared to skate, and because he wasn’t moving, he was cold and miserable.
So, here’s my fig. He’s turning into such a little man… a bossy, stubborn, opinionated little man. Where does it all come from?