The kids and I headed to the beach on Monday and Friday mornings with some of our friends--it was beautiful. On Friday, the kids woke up early and we were playing on the beach by 9:15 AM. Both Delaney and Elliot love to play in the sand and water. Taking the kids to the beach by myself is a haul--Elliot rides in our red wagon along with toys, towels and snacks, and Laney 'walks' beside me (this usually lasts for about 20 feet, and then I wind up carrying her!). The red wagon is great---until, I have to pull it back up the sand to the car--then it gets a little ugly, but it still works better than hauling a bunch of bags-with my stuff falling everywhere-and trying to carry two cranky, worn out toddlers back to the car. And I must say that the inconvenience of taking the kids to the beach by myself is totally overshadowed by all of the fun that we have while there!
Dave has been working a ton-covering the state legislative session. He's been getting home from work very, very late and worked today as well. His schedule has been hard on all of us. I've definitely been getting a brief glimpse into the life of a single mother--and man, oh man, all of the single mothers out there have my utmost respect! I am very grateful that it's (basically) summertime and that we can spend a large portion of the day outside playing. But I can't wait until this session is over.
Delaney has been Delaney---absolutely horrid and absolutely delightful-sometimes within the same hour. She exhausts me, and from the time that she wakes up in the morning until she finally goes to sleep at night, she's demanding, bossy and strong willed. She literally can be on edge all day-always on the verge of a tantrum. She's soooo verbal, and can say the sweetest things to me, and plenty of mean things as well. She takes all of my patience and then some. And definitely-the less that we let her get away with, the better that she behaves--but it's hard.
This week Delaney told me that she didn't want to wear undies because she wanted to be a baby like Elliot. And if she wore undies then she would have to go to school and she didn't want to leave me because she would miss me. She seems so conflicted--she wants to be big, but wants to be a baby still-that it broke my heart a little. And as much as I would like her to go to preschool in the fall, I just don't think that she's ready in a couple of areas.
Elliot got his 4th molar this week--only 3 more baby teeth (before his 2 year old molars) to go. He's been clingier than normal since we got back from our trip to Pittsburgh, but overall his happy and easy self.
However, Elliot has been torturing his sister--tackling her and pulling her hair-he literally tore out a clump of her hair. He also chases Delaney around the house trying to kiss her--which she hates, of course. I think that we'll be starting the dreaded 'time-outs' with him soon! And he has endless energy---to climb, to tackle and to run!
Delaney certainly can stand up for herself and has no problem retaliating (or initiating!) fights with her brother. And I hate it when they fight. This week, I caught Delaney trying to pull Elliot across the room--by his ear. When I asked her why she was doing that, she told me that she was teaching Elliot how to be mean. Great.... I was totally appalled. I don't know.... My siblings and I were so spread out and we certainly fought-but NOTHING like this. I hear that close-in-age siblings fight a lot--but lately, their fighting has been driving me insane. And I haven't found anything that 'works'.
Elliot is starting to put a couple of words together---he says-kiss me (my favorite) and more pretzels and drink please and mommy, me up (when he wants out of his crib). He has a great vocabulary for an almost-18-month old and speaks soooo clearly.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
End Of A Long Week
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