We are all sitting in the t.v room in various stages of wilt. The children are melting their minds on Sponge Bob cartoons, and hubby and I are gorking out online. We went to Boston (3+ hours in the car today) to finish the last assessment in a 3 year study on ASD. It has been a great experience and would love to have the opportunity to do it again. After we went out for lunch to a favorite deli and indulged in Jewish fare. I had smoked whitefish salad (SUPER yummy) prefaced with matzoh ball soup, hubby downed a few knishes. How mush we miss being close to fabulous food.
It also resulted in the children spending all day together which is not really typical for them. I am seriously questioning the survival of my sanity through their childhood. In the span of 15 minutes Fin pretty much did the total opposite of the 3 things I asked him not to do, then gave me back some serious sassy back talk. The direct, and total logic of his back talk makes it both hard to not laugh, and infuriating all at the same time.
Miss Sassy Pants on the other had will give you a smootch, and clock you one all with a smile. Everywhere we go we hear the “ooh’s” and “ahhh’s” over her girlie sweetness as she swaggers by in frilly hemmed pants. The package of her tiny size, pacifier in mouth, and the apricot colored hair melts even the hardest passerby. If they are lucky enough to be privy to a conversation we have with her, the follow up comment is a chuckle of, “You’ve got your hands full with that one!”. Don’t I know it. Every question you ask her is answered either by a “NO!” Or you get, “Do it SELF!”. I do not stifle her independent nature, but her stubbornness pushes my patience beyond a limit I ever imagined possible. Everything she wants is required immediately, meaning “NOW”.
“Book NOW”
“Uppie, NOW!”
“Crackers NOW”
Example of the response to a “no way” parental reaction:
Our firm and unwavering parental philosophy is we do not negotiate with terrorists. When these demands are made they illicit no response until they are repeated with a “please” attached. It is not always forthcoming.
Her brother realizes she is his most captive audience, and takes full advantage of her admiration. At the same time she can push his buttons further than anyone else, as all sibling relationships should.
We sit here, winding down from the day freezing our butts off, and behaving like vegetables.
3 responses so far ↓
1 Marla // Mar 3, 2008 at 2:49 pm
What a cutie! Sounds like a very tiring day. I too wonder how I am going to make it through.;)
2 mommy~dearest // Mar 5, 2008 at 2:39 pm
My my…does that pic ever hit close to home! My lil ‘un has become quite opinionated himself, now that he is a big-bad-one-year-old.
Mmmm…have some more matzoh ball soup. It does wonders .
3 Sarah // Apr 29, 2008 at 6:38 pm
So you know, I could have written EVERY WORD of this post myself. Raven and Jane are going to be great pals.
ANd the “we don’t negotiate with terrorists” line should be tattooed somewhere on my person, as it basically sums up my entire parenting philosophy at the present time.
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