See those knee-highs scattered all over my closet floor? (You have to look hard–they blend in pretty well!) When I walked in to get dressed after my shower this morning, Hank pointed at them proudly and announced, “Poop.”
“Poop?” I asked him. To which he clarified, “Yeah! Co-co poop.”
Ahhhh, Roscoe poop. My knee-highs, once they were pulled out of the box and scattered around by my toddler, look like dog poops. Gotcha.
(And yes, that is a carabiner in Hank’s mouth. No, I am not sure why there is a carabiner in my closet.)
I call this one: Still Life with Horse, Chocolate Egg, Dump Truck and Diapers
Clearly, we have a digger-obsessed little boy. They ALL have to join him for breakfast, or he will not eat breakfast. So to this, I say: Ok, fine. Line ’em up, digger man.
All the way home from work today, Hank entertained himself (and me) by balancing his goldfish snack cup on his head, then making it fall off. Over and over. (Don’t worry–I took this picture at a red light.)
Hank really REALLY wants to be a baseball player like his big bros. He could not be happier about Little League starting up again!
And what better way is there to end a crazy day than with a lovely bubble bath (with your favorite excavator)?
Tomorrow, we get to do it all over again, and I am sure by the end of it I will have even more pictures that need explanations.
**Good night all, from one crazy toddler and his Tired Mama!**
Two words have been bouncing around in my brain a lot over the past year, as my barely-walking 1 year-old baby rounded the corner on toddlerhood and headed towards that looming milestone of horror–the Terrible Twos.
The two words I am referring to are: Parenting Style. While taking Advanced Human Development, I studied the three main types, so I thought I had it all figured out. I was prepared to be an effective parent someday. It was as simple as this:
Be too strict: you’re authoritarian and they’ll resent you. Be too lax: you’re permissive, and they’ll run all over you. Be perfectly balanced–authoritative–and your kids will turn out respectful and responsible. How hard can it be to achieve a balance of being both demanding and responsive? Not that hard, right?
It can’t be!
I mean–we don’t want to raise complete hooligans, but we don’t necessarily want silent little soldiers, either!
Seriously, how hard can this be?
Well. . . I’ll tell you. Here I sit, a month away from the TERRIBLE TWOS where all hell promises to break loose, and I am pondering just how well my “Parenting Style” is actually fitting in with the above logic. Am I doing a great job of being the perfect Authoritative Parent?
Honest to goodness–I couldn’t even tell you. While I shoot for authoritative, I like to call my current parenting style “A Wing and a Prayer.”
Parenting, it turns out, is WAY HARDER than I thought it would be when that little plus sign miraculously appeared on the pregnancy test.
I have found, that as hard as you try to do all the mom things just so and devote enough time to all the age-appropriate brain-stimulating activities, life happens. Things get real. Houses get dirty. You still have to figure out how to pay all your (steadily increasing) bills.
And then; just when you think you have finally gotten a handle on the whole baby thing, theyturnintotoddlers. (I’m convinced toddler must translate into tornado in some language, somewhere!)
All the things I promised myself I’d do or not do, suddenly went out the window. To avoid complete insanity, I evolved into practicing a new Parenting Style centered around one premise: what works. (Hence the wing and DEFINITELY the prayer.)
Here is what that looks like in my house on any given day.
“Ok, so let me get this straight–you absolutely must wear your glow-in-the-dark pajama shirt all day today instead of getting fully dressed?”
“The only way you will let mom take a shower is if you get to watch Bob the Builder on the iPad?”
“You suddenly hate everything I just cut up for you for lunch–which I should point out, are all things you loved yesterday?”
And–“You WILL NOT go to bed unless ALL your diggers are IN your crib with you?”
Well, ok then!
This is why my new Parenting Style is such a beautiful panacea for stressful parenting! I finally figured out that while it may feel like it, these are not mom fails.
These are simply tornado survival tactics.
Did we still get out the door, fully clothed (in something) and get to grandma’s in time for me to get to work? Check.
Did mama get a shower without a screaming fit? Check. (And he’s learning technology skills, right?)
Did he still eat a healthy lunch? (Even if today’s first lunch all got packed back into tuppers for another attempt at dinner?) Check.
Did he still sleep through the night, (even though he may have rolled over onto a hard plastic toy a few times)? Check.
These days, I consider even a fair amount of cooperation from the little tornado a huge success. I may not be hitting the qualifications for perfect Authoritative Parenting, but you know what? That’s OK. I don’t have a perfectly-behaved soldier, but I also don’t have a complete hooligan. What I do have is a little boy who knows he is loved, loves us back, listens to us (most of the time) and most importantly–gets to love being a kid.
I call that a huge win!
If you happen to be one of the elite Authoritative Wonder Parents out there, perfectly balancing your demanding with your responsive, I applaud you, and I envy you. (Can you let us in on how you do it?)
And to the rest of you out there, parenting littles the best you can. . .maybe even identifying somewhat with my ‘Wing and a Prayer’ Parenting Style–cheers to us! We may have a little lower bar, but you know what I call it?