I found myself explaining US foreign policy, because they wanted to know why we didn’t think their auntie should go touristing in Iraq. We had to explain that generally speaking Iraqis don’t have much reason to like Americans and that led to how the US had used the CIA to secretly mess about elections in many places, including South America. We had to resort to using a fairly simple and potentially terrible analogy.
I could see my child-free friend’s eyes signalling they thought I was opening a dangerous door but I went with it anyway: it’s like if the neighbors decided that Dad and I weren’t doing a good job because they want us to do things for them and we aren’t. So they’d come here and take us away and replace us with new parents who would do what they wanted.
*pregnant pause*
JB: but I don’t want new parents.
PiC passing by: thanks!
Me: Right, so it didn’t matter what the people in those countries wanted. American politicians wanted specific leaders in power so they manipulated the elections, and put the leaders THEY wanted in power, even though it’s not our country and not our business.
I don’t know if they got it. I don’t doubt that most of it went over their heads.
Life with Smol Acrobat
All in one weekend, a bunch of words came together: up! bye!
Hug made it into the practice rotation (uck!) as did cut (ack! with a chopping hand motion). “Cuk!” = cook. “Book” is spot on. Love that. “Muk” for milk.
Used to be, they wouldn’t even try. They’d just babble a string of liquid sounding syllables or yell.
Conversations with them have been largely guesswork and mostly still are. We recently took a class on supporting speech for toddlers who are late developers and that’s helping us help them. We learned that their lack of mimicry has more to do with their not being ready than an inability and that just repeating the word that we want them to try 3-4 times, by itself, helps more than prompting. Oh. That sort of explains why they balked anytime we said “say bye!”
Now they enjoy saying bye out loud and on time, sometimes, which is neat. Some days they won’t STOP saying bye.
Also! PiC finally gets to be dada! He’s been designated “mama” for the past two years.
Pupdate
I went through old pictures of when we first brought Seamus to meet Sera at the rescue and brought her home with us. It made me so sad. She’s slowly warmed up to us but she loved him so much. As did we all.
She’s been hovering by me a lot more lately this month, which is unusual, but I kind of like it. Except when she follows me so closely I have no room to turn around.
Precious Moments
While giving Smol Acrobat their Tylenol, I mused aloud, I really should have given this to you before I brushed your teeth. They abruptly stopped halfway through drinking their water and slid off their bed.
Me: Where are you going?
They signed (vaguely) “toothbrush”.
Me: Oh! I was … ok. I was talking to myself buuuuut you understand words.
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Smol has gotten in the habit of taking their trike out for a ride but refusing to come home on the trike or under their own power. We’ve ended more than a few walks in tears because they demand to be carried and my bones demand non-compliance lest I am wrecked by carrying them.
Smol: “uck?” (hug)
Me: sure, HUG.
Smol: up?
Me: No, no up. Mama HELP. Mama will help you push it home.
Smol: Oh. Uck?
Me: Sure, I’ll give you a hug.
Smol, “now that you’re down here again!”: up!
Me: no up. Only HELP.
Smol: oh. *Shuffles feet* Ok.
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The kids found their little wind up bunny and chick toys, so they started playing with them and predictably one of them broke almost immediately.
JB complained, why doesn’t the bunny go far?
Me: might be that you messed with it too much when it was running, and it got a little broken. *test the bunny a few times*
Smol Acrobat grabs for the bunny.
Me: no, wait, Mama’s helping it right now. Hang on. It’s a little ouch ouch.
JB: it got SHOT.
Me: …..??!!
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I turned off the hood. Smol’s head popped up, issues guttural roars, pointing at the stove.
“I turned it off!”
Smol: *guttural roar”
Oh yeah, I turned it off, we didn’t need it on anymore.
When we talk about small day to day things, what happened at recess, what events are upcoming at school, how they deal with conflicts, I catch myself having reactions that are projections of how I would feel (present day me) in those situations and feeling that way FOR JB. It’s hard for me to practice separating that reaction in the moment even though I know that it’s best for me to take a step back and let them have their experiences in their own way.
Mostly that’s about the bad stuff like kids being thoughtless or if they’re anxious about being left out because their good friend moved away (there’s a big trigger for me, abandonment) or if they’re grumping about the work (signs of potential slackerhood are a huge trigger for me as they remind me of my dad and brother). I’m trying my hardest not to fix, rescue, or solve for them. But how do I keep holding my feelings at bay so they don’t spill over onto JB?
I direct my venting to friends, or here, and hold out until therapy when I can safely be frustrated without worrying I’m stunting their emotional growth or making them feel like they can’t talk to us.
We finally started up JB’s allowance after an inadvertent kick in the pants from their uncle and auntie (but that kick presented perfect motivation for JB).
We had initially put together a basic framework: this isn’t for the chores themselves which they are expected to do regardless. This base rate ($1.50 per week) is for doing all chores and responsibilities without complaint and without endless reminders. When they volunteer for new chores without being prompted, they get a bonus quarter. They’re required to put half in their long term savings bank and half in their saving to spend bank.
They (and PiC) both thought $1.50 was too low. He tried to negotiate for $5 a week but I held firm. It’s way too easy for them to spend. They need to learn what it feels like to save up for things and that’s not going to happen if they have enough to immediately buy whatever they want every couple of weeks. Plus, the opportunity to earn bonus money weekly is incentivizing their eye for spotting chores that need doing, and that’s something I really want them to develop.
We’ll see how it plays out long term but here’s where their uncle and auntie come in: they each offered to match JB’s savings for spending at the end of a year. They’re going to triple their spending money in one fell swoop. They’re absolutely jazzed about this and on the first day we started up, before they had even established the bonus money, they had volunteered to take over washing some spectacularly grubby slippers that I was scrubbing. The next day, they leapt to sweep up a mess that Smol made. My kid is immensely bribeable.
Week two went well too: they only had a couple reminders to do chores which isn’t excessive or in violation of the rules. They didn’t gripe at all, they just figured out when to do them and did them. Then they hit a jackpot coming up with a yardwork task on their own. I offered them a rate of 25¢ per half bucket, because they were handpicking the stuff all over the yard, and then PiC blew up the whole thing by taking out the big rake and making the task ridiculously easy for them. Way to go, dude. Though, it was incredibly painful doing the payout at the end, not only because I needed to find an additional $7 in quarters but because JB’s grasp of money math is terrible. We’re going to have to keep working on this obviously.
Week three: We hit a snag on the weekend with some dire warnings, and then got back on track.
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We know that it’s best to teach JB how to handle disappointment when it comes because they’re going to have disappointments in life and we don’t want them hobbled by emotions they can’t handle or to become super entitled if we try to insulate them from all disappointment.
It’s sometimes hard to stop the “rescue” kneejerk reaction, though. Especially when they’re hurt by someone else. I think that’s a me thing anyway, before you add the parenting aspect.
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Mom superpowers I wish I had: the ability to cut onions without tearing up.
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Great reading at this age: Castle Hangnail and the Hamster Princess series, both by Ursula Vernon
Life with Smol Acrobat
Some of my favorite things about Smol this month: how they respond to lots of things I say with “oh!” and it sounds so much like “that makes sense!” or “oh ok I get it now” or “ahh I didn’t know that.” Mostly it’s none of those things but I love how it sounds that way.
Like when I say, “can I finish reading this page?” because they’re trying to turn it before I’m ready. “Oh!” and they stop turning the page.
Or “you left your water over there!” “Oh!” as they go in the absolutely wrong direction.
“Put your socks and shoes away.” “Oh!”
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They’re displaying a surprising amount of sentience the second half of this month. They’re talking to me with purpose: pointing out when something has fallen, passing by the office and telling me “ja ja ja ja!” (I’m going that way!) and then “jia jia jia jia” on the way back (arms in the air: I won!).
They’ve started hiding from us as play: tucking themselves under chairs and tables to peep out with a mischievous grin.
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Unfortunately we have hit the Terrible 2-4s ahead of schedule. They aren’t 2 yet! This is going to be a long decade. So much irrational hysteria. So much kicking and screaming and tears on the tough days.
Consecutive reasons they were sobbing for ten minutes one morning:
They asked for yogurt with granola
So I served them a cup of yogurt with granola. That started the waterworks.
I offered to help them eat. 😭
They wanted a hug. 😭
They did not want a hug. 😭
They wanted their yogurt and I gave it to them. 😭
They wouldn’t eat the yogurt so I moved it. 😭
I took advantage of their wide open crying mouth and stuffed a bit of yogurt in there.
That stopped the crying until they swallowed and the yogurt disappeared. 😭
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Books they come back to five times a day:
Down at the Beach
Noodles for Baby
Hush now, Banshee
My Kite is Stuck and other stories
Pupdate
Smol has been learning to help me with feeding Sera. The problem with this is they get Very Attached to Routine. In the mornings, I add some joint powder and a cranberry extract tablet to her bowl, to go with the kibble and chewed fruit that Smol Acrobat previously tasted and refused.
In the afternoons, she just gets kibble.
Smol’s job is to bring me the powder and the tablets. But they don’t have a job if I only give her kibble! So they insist on the whole shebang and then (bizarrely) scolds her when she starts to eat. Not sure what that’s about.
That done, they put away the kibble and the jars and then waits (very) impatiently for Sera to finish eating to give her a dental treat.
Precious Moments
JB: You know an easy way to have flower girls at your wedding?
Me: How?
JB: You just give birth to girls. Then you can get married and have your flower girls!
Me: …… There’s nothing easy about that….
JB: Yeah but then you’d have flower girls!
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Washing a bottle out for Smol Acrobat’s milk, they sounded oddly… content? Behind me? That’s not usually a good sign. I turned to find they’d been happily stuffing their face with something they found on the counter. Usually we have nuts and crackers there, all things they’re allowed to have, but we don’t usually let them serve themselves.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered they had found a secret stash of Sugar Babies and was in the process of gluing their mouth shut with them! I confiscated the few left in the container, and then peeled the lower jaw mold of Sugar Baby stickiness off their bottom teeth. Eewww.
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Smol has some weird priorities.
Wood block? Stick it up the nose.
Pencil? Stick it up the nose.
Pork chop? Stick it up the nose.
COVID test? Absolutely not, get away from me!
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Smol Acrobat signs “open” at the vacuum.
No, it needs to sleep now just like Mommy.
Smol: oh.
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Smol Acrobat signs *milk*.
I offer a cup of milk.
They throw their hands in the air: no no no!
Me: Did you want milk?
Smol: Yah.
Me: This is milk.
Smol: Yah. *takes it like they knew that all along*
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Smol: mum mum!
Me: that’s dad.
Smol looking straight at me, still patting PiC’s arm: MAAAAAAAMMMMM.
One of my primary directives is to keep my kids safe. JB had an incident at camp a little while ago where an aide wasn’t respecting their “stop” (playing some game) and while the camp did everything they should have, it brought up some feelings I can’t reconcile and I’ve been sitting with that. I know we can’t protect them forever so part of keeping them safe is teaching them how to handle conflict and difficult situations as far as they are able, and to ask for help when they can’t handle it.
I’m really bad at the latter myself. I hate asking for help, I feel vulnerable and useless and weak if I do. But I also know, in my head at least, that that is ingrained from childhood and not the objective truth. Having not had the experience of knowing when I could ask for help as a child, it’s hard for me to direct JB in a constructive way at times.
Aside from that mundane practical truth that we need to be preparing them to fend for themselves in the future, though, is the stark reality that there are few to no places we can promise are safe. We cannot even protect them adequately as children from disease and mass shootings. This makes me so angry at the world, in so many ways.
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Speaking of safety, we keep seeing a parent drop their second grader (JB confirmed their identity) off on a corner of a busy street and gesturing at them to cross alone. At first, I thought it was just a bit dicey but the adults were were still watching so it didn’t seem too bad. Then they got a lot more reckless: the parent was ONLY watching their kid and not the other kids crossing in the crosswalks. They also encouraged their kid to run out in the middle of the street to grab a mask from the driver’s side instead of pulling over. I don’t know what their deal is but it’s not great how often their kid has nearly been run over or hit by a car.
I don’t know when JB will be allowed to cross streets alone but I think we’ll be easing our way into having them practice with closer supervision. There are some terrible drivers by the school. (more…)
I didn’t show (feel?) any empathy for my mom when I was growing up. I remember her getting mad at me for not sympathizing about her moments of (physical) pain. I can’t remember FEELING any concern for her when she had minor moments of OUCH. I don’t have any memory of that feeling so assumed that I didn’t though of course memory is imperfect. It’s like how we don’t have an equivalent of “bless you” / “gesundheit” / “salud” for sneezing that I know of in our native language. I just didn’t register an “ouch” as a thing to respond to. I have the same sort of numb non-empathy / impatient reaction to when JB is being super dramatic about relatively small (to me obviously) things like dripping juice on their art and declaring it ruined.
I worry about illness, serious injury, and deep emotional distress, but I don’t over the small things.
I shared this with my therapist in a recent session. I had always assumed it was because I was a uncaring kid and that’s carried over into adulthood. Her theory is a little different. She thinks that I never had a model for being “weak” (having emotions, being vulnerable, needing empathy), so I didn’t know how to respond to it in others. I still don’t, apparently, because I struggle deeply with parenting JB through their moments of small crisis. I get angry first, or I get annoyed. Especially because JB is given to random dramatic declarations to get attention when my reaction isn’t what they want: “You don’t love me” and “Fine, I’ll do (whatever happened to them) to your stuff!”
I hate dramatics, so I get more mad or non-responsive.
Eventually I might find myself remembering that they’re a kid and of course the small things matter deeply to them and that I’m supposed to be showing them empathy but that’s usually a long haul from Point A to Point B.
In that recent juice incident, I had to talk them through the fact that we all make mistakes. We all have the choice to learn from them or not, to ask for help or not, and of course it’s going to be sad, disappointing and frustrating but if our choice is then to tantrum and go on the attack and destroy things, people are much less inclined to offer help. As an example, I shared that I made a mistake on every single one of my sewing projects this year. If I had blamed my sewing sisters like JB blamed me for their drips, they would never have had the opportunity to point out a possible fix that made the projects better than the original plan. I don’t know how much that sank in but I made a suggestion for them to fix their project and they started to sing “I wonder, what if, let’s try” so thanks to Sesame Street for that assist.
Life with Smol Acrobat
That clean up song is like mind control. I was amazed how well it worked on JB in daycare but I assumed the environment, being surrounded by other little kids doing the cleaning too, had more to do with it than the song itself. They’ve only experienced it at home obviously and it still works! Not as well, they need a lot of direction, but it works.
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They’ve finally come around on scrambled eggs! A staple in our household they’ve always refused but they have come around!
Fun new thing: if they’re in the mood and you kneel down, and say hug? Smol will run to you fast as they can and throw themselves into your arms.
Their other new thing: playing trust falls with me even if I am nowhere near them. They think the scramble to catch them is HIGH-larious. They think it’s even funnier when they crash and fall to the ground.
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They’re a pretty self contained little soul right now but these songs make them boogie a little (which is a lot for them):
Pupdate
Poor Sera experienced an overdose of Smol affection this month and she did not like it. They’ve been wanting to hug, kiss, and nibble on her the way they do to me. I don’t like the nibbles either! I also don’t know why they think it’s so funny, but both my children enjoy/enjoyed biting on me and it’s weird.
Sera is a big target for Smol’s affection because they really like animals and especially their own doggy so we’ve had to be extra vigilant in intervening when they get TOO “loving”.
Sera’s benefiting from Smol’s picky eating, in the meantime. We don’t share people food but fruit doesn’t count and when Smol pulls that really annoying “chew it up and spit it out” thing with their (dog safe) fruit, Sera gets the chunks. She’s very pleased with that.
Precious Moments
JB: If you do rock paper scissors with three people and one does rock and one does paper and one does scissors, does that mean it’s a tie?
…. That’s a good question.
PIC: where’s JB?
Smol points at JB.
Where’s Daddy?
Smol points at PiC.
Where’s Mommy?
Smol pats PiC’s arm.
Where’s JB?
JB walking past a test kit I’d used: can I take a COVID test?
Thank goodness for four layer masks including an N95 filter layer. JB only missed a few days of school this year when they felt a little sick, just as a precaution, but they were tested regularly all year both at home and at school. They’ve been top notch about masking everywhere and so, even though we’ve had a veritable flood of COVID notifications from the school post Spring Break, they have stayed healthy and not gotten the rest of us sick. Their immune system is very robust but we are absolutely unwilling to risk any one of our family getting it from lack of precautions. I know it’s going to be hard to dodge this forever but the longer we can put it off, the fewer instances we have, the better for all of us. PiC and I are a great team but we are frayed beyond all imagining. So I’m ever so grateful that JB has been a star at staying masked indoors and out.
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JB makes friends with other kids, even just for a single hour to play, like breathing air. I’ve been bemused by this forever. This school year they decided they were besties with one kid, whose parents were social and willing to set up playdates, so we’ve struck up a little friendship with them which has been really helpful for us to fill in the blanks on stuff going on at school when the school failed to communicate well.
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JB is so resistant to learning how to learn. They’ll come to me with a concept that they were taught in school already, unable to remember it partially or completely, and then ask me what it is. Instead of telling them the answer, I direct them to the resources that they can use to refresh their memory. I’ve explained that this is because giving them an answer isn’t helping. I need to help them learn to learn. Inevitably this leads to a total meltdown. Flopping on the ground, “I can’t do it!”, whining, and grouching like it’s the end of the world because they “can’t”. I try to harness my patience but generally fail miserably because it’s “won’t”, not “can’t”. This reminds me of my older brother who refused, absolutely refused, every single academic challenge like he was allergic. He would work five times harder to avoid the work than the work itself required. I don’t know how to gently steer JB away from that.
Related to this, they are ALWAYS whining about their chores. They don’t have nearly the number of chores that they once did early in the pandemic and it’s still like pulling teeth some days to get them to go do them much less without the whining. We’ve had countless conversations about having an attitude about things they know they have to do and it’s so frustrating to keep having those conversations. They just aren’t working.
Their first solution to reduce the whining: fewer chores. Well, that is not an option. So.
Sigh.
I’m working on positive reinforcement but this plus their habit of talking back reflexively anytime we point out things that need attention is making me banana pants.
They immediately contradict us when the evidence is right there in front of them. There is no faith required here! All we ask is that they listen and process the information we gave them. Then if they see a need to contradict us, go ahead. We’ll always allow them to be right if we’re wrong but for the love of peas and carrots, establish that that is true first! They do this for every little thing!
Your shirt’s inside out.
No it’s not!
Look down.
Oh.
You tracked dirt in the house.
No I didn’t!
Look down.
Oh. I didn’t know!!
Well yeah that’s why I told you.
It goes on and on. We aren’t fans of this habit at all.
Life with Smol Acrobat
Smol is (inconsistently) dramatically empathetic to other people’s pain. It always catches us by surprise.
Smol has mastered the Weeping Angel defense. Unlike JB who would always turn their back to the (play) predator to run, Smol absolutely will not turn away from an approaching attack no matter how close they get.
They are mastering climbing on everything: chairs, stools, boxes, stairs….
Smol thinks it’s super duper hilarious to:
stick a finger in my ear,
sneakily undo one diaper tab after I’ve just sealed them up,
yank one leg out of their pants when I’ve just got one leg into them,
stick their finger in my mouth
sneak up behind us and bear hug us so we can’t turn around and see them.
Their current daily obsessions:
Vacuuming.
Rummaging through JB’s many pencil boxes. They’ve been getting a cheap one from their school programs for the past three years so they have too many with latches that are dead easy for a toddler to break open like a plastic Easter egg. So they do.
Pupdate
Sera’s patience and bond with Smol Acrobat is a constant source of amusement (for me).
They obtained a new toothbrush so the first person they wanted to share it with? Sera.
They “brushed” their teeth, offered to brush her teeth, “brushed” their teeth again, offered to brush her fur with it. Noooo thank you. I’m accustomed to kids doing gross things but there are limits!
In turn, she sticks around for 85% of Smol’s attempts at bonding. There are limits for her too of course and when she hits them, she just gets up and walks away. We monitor them closely to make sure she never feels trapped and always has an exit.
Precious Moments
Me: no, puppy, I can’t do that right now. I need to rest my muscles, they’re very tired and ouchy.
JB: Smol, mommy’s muscles hurt because she’s had some hard times.
Smol: ???
Me: 😒 *it’s true but I feel mildly offended anyway*
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Me: Ok, pick one book. It’s late and time to go to sleep.
Smol: *picks a book, flops on my lap and relaxes. Halfway through, they reach up, close the book and pick another book.*
Me: Technically, we only got halfway through so I guess that’s still …
Smol: *hands me a new book, hands PiC a new book, and sits down with another book in their own lap and opens it up*
Me: That’s three books. One each… Which ok. I guess…
Smol: *signs “read please”*
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A: I’m going to pick up pizza but leave you there to wash dishes to pay for it, ok?
JB: No way!! You stay there!
A: but I need to take the pizza home.
JB: then I will drive it home!
A: but you can’t drive.
JB: but mom and dad’s rule is that I cannot be left alone with strangers ever so there! Right, mom??
Me: hm, that’s true. How would you solve this problem?
JB: do you have your wallet?
Me: why do I need my wallet?
JB: hmm do you have paper?
Me: I don’t know ….
JB: I need light green paper.
Me: why??
JB: so we can draw pictures on it and make fake money. Then we can give that to them and go home!
Me: ok I guess that might solve one problem, but it creates a WHOLE OTHER problem of going to jail for passing counterfeit money.
JB: ok then we use someone else’s name.
Me: Identity theft. Oh boy. That’s…. Also a thing you get in trouble for.
JB: then we go hide! They’ll never find us!!
Me: um. Is all that worth it for a pizza though? Is there no other way you can think of to solve this problem?
JB: It is if you don’t have your credit card!
Serious question: Is anyone else concerned how quickly we turned to a life of crime? Over a pizza???
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JB: Mom. It’s EGGSHELLENT that Auntie came.
Me: yes, it is EGGSHELLENT.
JB: get it? Egg for Easter egg, shell for crab?
Me: well I DID get it before but now I don’t.
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JB: Look at it turning yellow!
Me: I see it.
JB: How can you see it from there??
Me: My eyes work fine! I can see it quite clearly.
JB: Well, your body doesn’t work right, what if you can’t see clearly!?
Me: The rest of my body doesn’t work right. My eyes are excellent!
JB: *radiates skepticism*
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JB spelled presents “prestents”: “I thought the T was silent!”
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Questions that make you hold your breath for a few seconds: “You know how you told me never to put my hand in the toilet?”
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I was trying to figure out why Smol started lunging at me when they’d been buckled into their pocket seat for meals. Finally figured it out when they started patting my knees. They were trying to sign “ready” but couldn’t reach their OWN knees once the tray was set up!
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I hugged JB and thanked them for that morning’s independent getting ready, and also for all their helpfulness during a particularly good week. They responded: It’s because of you!
I asked what they meant by that and they said: You’ve taught me MY WHOLE LIFE!
JB’s been enjoying Kiki’s Delivery Service and they’ve learned the word “dirigible”.
It’s knocked Encanto and Turning Red off the roster temporarily for which I am deeply grateful because I couldn’t take hearing about them again and again and again. And again.
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I’d been meaning to adapt Nicole and Maggie’s weekly allowance policy ($0.xx per year of age) for JB because we want them to practice thinking about saving and spending real money in real terms. We’ve been remarkably behind on this practical application but I wanted to talk to them a lot about our spending choices and our money philosophies and teach them to think more critically about money than just “I want”. They turned the tables on me several weeks ago when I was looking at earrings that I wanted. When I couldn’t choose between two pairs, they said: buy them both! When I said I could only have one pair because I have lots of earrings already, they said: so you don’t need them, this is just a want!
I’m under no illusions that this process will stick when it’s their turn the first several times but I’m hoping the foundation is set well enough for a start.
When the book fair came around, we had a chat about gifting them a set amount since they hadn’t had time to save up yet. They had to think about whether the desire is to own books they’ve read before and know they like, want to reread a lot, AND wants to have on their shelf enough to move out other books that are less well loved, OR if they want to explore new books. They pondered and said they’d like to put some money aside for an Encanto notebook later. So they’re already starting to think along the lines of figuring out priorities, at least ahead of time. We’ll see if it holds up in the face of the actual book fair.