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Taking Long Distance Relationships To New Heights
Yes, I agree, the pun was awful. *grin*
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browngirl, you rock *so* hard. I just got the postcards you sent (long story, mail delivered upstairs and just sort of put into a pile. That's been taken care of, though.) and am going to put them on the wall soon.:) Thank you.
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We took Sam to the playground again yesterday. Had a *blast*...she's decided that she doesn't really like being in the baby swings, but hasn't gotten the "No, really, hold on and if you want to get off and do something else, *mention* it, don't just jump off, 'cause you're too small for that" thing yet, which leave out the regular swings. So, she pushes the Uff-Uff family on a swing instead. It works for her.:)
Almost committed kidacide twice, when themonsters kids who were running around almost knocked her off the top of the big play structure and down the twisty slide, respectively. I told them, in no uncertain terms, to watch out for her, and there were no further problems. (If both kids hadn't run right into her when she was just standing there, getting ready to do something, I probably would have been more laid back about it, but it wasn't like she was in the way or anything. So, yeah...Mama Bear came out to play for a couple moments.)
I'm still surprised by the hugeness of the playground. We're thinking of doing a picnic there...they've got grills available, and we could do the playground for a while, then have lunch, then back to the playground, then home. Besides the nifty factor, this might forestall the end of playground time meltdown.
Though, there wasn't a meltdown this time...just some bummage and a declaration that she wasn't going home, she was going back to the playground, right *now*. This was taken care of by scooping her up, giving her a bit of a tickle and letting her do the big clip on her car seat. (The one that goes across her chest.)(Yeah, she usually does the clip, but I did the Happy Voice and told her she could.)(This is from the "Hey, whatever works" chapter of parenting. *Grin*)
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She's doing so much better now. She still talks a lot about the booms, and while I think the fear of the dark (she was never thrilled with the dark before, but will not stand for it now, which is why we leave the bathroom light on when we go to bed.) isn't going anywhere for quite a while, she doesn't get hysterical any longer. Which is always a good thing.
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I am bone tired. Physically and emotionally. (Though, I'm not really sure it's *possible* to be bone tired, emotinally...but I do like the phrase.) Muttering "This too shall pass" helps a little.
Yes, I agree, the pun was awful. *grin*
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In other news,
browngirl, you rock *so* hard. I just got the postcards you sent (long story, mail delivered upstairs and just sort of put into a pile. That's been taken care of, though.) and am going to put them on the wall soon.:) Thank you.~~~
We took Sam to the playground again yesterday. Had a *blast*...she's decided that she doesn't really like being in the baby swings, but hasn't gotten the "No, really, hold on and if you want to get off and do something else, *mention* it, don't just jump off, 'cause you're too small for that" thing yet, which leave out the regular swings. So, she pushes the Uff-Uff family on a swing instead. It works for her.:)
Almost committed kidacide twice, when the
I'm still surprised by the hugeness of the playground. We're thinking of doing a picnic there...they've got grills available, and we could do the playground for a while, then have lunch, then back to the playground, then home. Besides the nifty factor, this might forestall the end of playground time meltdown.
Though, there wasn't a meltdown this time...just some bummage and a declaration that she wasn't going home, she was going back to the playground, right *now*. This was taken care of by scooping her up, giving her a bit of a tickle and letting her do the big clip on her car seat. (The one that goes across her chest.)(Yeah, she usually does the clip, but I did the Happy Voice and told her she could.)(This is from the "Hey, whatever works" chapter of parenting. *Grin*)
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She's doing so much better now. She still talks a lot about the booms, and while I think the fear of the dark (she was never thrilled with the dark before, but will not stand for it now, which is why we leave the bathroom light on when we go to bed.) isn't going anywhere for quite a while, she doesn't get hysterical any longer. Which is always a good thing.
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I am bone tired. Physically and emotionally. (Though, I'm not really sure it's *possible* to be bone tired, emotinally...but I do like the phrase.) Muttering "This too shall pass" helps a little.
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Shall I share one of my Sneaky Auntie Tricks?
Yes, I think I shall.
(Your story above is really so close it's hardly like sharing a trick at all, but more like, 'oh, look you do THAT too!')
I digress. Again. never mind.
When dealing with kids Sam's age, I like to pick my battles. I also like to give the kid some aspect of the situation *they* control, even as I gently guide them into doing things my way.
So, Happy Voice and let her fasten the clip.
With the Divine Miss L, I learned to never ask questions or give her options about things I had made up my mind were not open to debate. So, I wouldn't ask, 'are you ready for your nap?' since I knew she and I were not going to agree. And simply announcing it was naptime was likely to provoke some resistance. (and the oceans are somewhat wet, if you get the idea)
Instead I would look at what I wanted (L takes nap now) and figure out what there was in this situation I *could* give her some control over. 'Do you want your teddy or a book to take to your nap?' covers this nicely. I slide the main idea (please gods, let this kid take her nap now) under the radar while she is choosing her toy.
At some point the kid catches on. In L's case, she let me know she was on to my game when I offered her a choice about which toys to pick up first by looking at me narrowly and saying, 'but, the thing is, I'm gonna pick up my toys now, huh?'.
I think she was almost five.
I snorted and agreed that well, yes, but at least we could try to get through it without any drama. She shrugged philosophically and began picking up her toys. After that I could be quite open about things, telling her I wanted/needed X behavior from her but she got to choose when it was done or how or something. It all became very open and above board.
I find this kind of give and take with kids very entertaining. It keeps you aware, in the front of your head, of the fact their priorities don't always match ours but still matter to them quite deeply.
And since you had clearly already gotten the basic principle down, as you showed in the Happy Voice and clip story, the Sneaky Aunties will not drum me from the ranks for sharing a larger application of the idea.
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