Ironflower did a FANTASTIC job getting picked up from school this week. Today she even went to the place where they line the kids up BEFORE the teacher called them to line up. When she ran up and hugged me I was so happy. But I was almost as happy when she ran into the classroom this morning, calling "Bye Mommy and Lovebug!" and going to her place for circle time. The bottom line is that she is back to being her independent, sunny self.
I still think her teacher could be a lot friendlier.
Lovebug, is still struggling. He throws tantrums over everything that doesn't go his way. The kind of tantrums that make it sound like I am beating him with a bat or a golf club. The kind of tantrums that make people stare at us. I was starting to get concerned that there was something really wrong with him, when today I realized a few things. One is that he can talk. Not clearly, not well enough so I can understand most of it. But it's there. "Ks" means thanks and he is upset if no one says "you're welcome". "I-ah-wa" means I want. Two is that he knows at least three colors so it's no wonder he gets ticked off when I ask Ironflower what color she wants and not him. I always tell him to point and apparently he's offended. Three is that he needs a LONG hug before being strapped into his car seat.
Recording all the things that I missed in Lovebug makes me feel like a crap mother. But he's only 19 months old, surely he won't remember, as long as I manage to step it up now, right?
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We all have those moments when we're like, "Duh! Why didn't I see this?" You're doing fine.
Leslie - Thank you so much. I know exactly what you mean about thinking of yourself as smart and then those little ones teach you the error of your thinking.
Leslie - Thank you so much. I know exactly what you mean about thinking of yourself as smart and then those little ones teach you the error of your thinking.
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