September 10, 2011

  • I don't know what to do with myself, so I thought I'd write a little.  Brian is gone for the day, to Pullman to watch the WSU vs. UNLV football game, which was a wipeout, last I heard.  Ah yes, it's 52-0 right now.  In WSU's favor, I should add, which is a miracle considering how abysmally awful they are.  Maybe there's hope for them yet?

    Anyway, I didn't go to the game to, because Karen is having her last pre-wedding party today, and I missed all of the previous three of them.  So I felt I should stay and go.  Now I'm just waiting to go to my mom's to drop off the kids.... Grant is sleeping, so I'll have to wake him up, whch he'll love.  Ah well. 

    I was thinking about how Madeleine had thrown a fit last week, and she wanted me to do something (that's what all her fits tend to be about; she wants me to do something for her, help her in some way, and I won't, because she's being lazy and spoiled and wants to be in control of me; now, don't get me wrong, I help her all the time, it's just that sometimes she really needs to start helping herself).  Anyway, she told me that if I didn't do what she wanted me to do, she was going to spank me.  Really?  I just said "no you won't" and went on about my business, which mostly consisted of not doing what she wanted me to do, and then ignoring the resulting tantrum.  Spanking just makes her worse, and it really never seems to solve anything.  My current strategy is to not give in, ignore her for awhile, and then hold her in my lap to get her to calm down, without actually doing what it was she wanted me to do.  She threw a killer tantrum at my grandma's yesterday, because I asked her to put her shoes on by herself.  She's fully capable and does it really quickly when she wants to go somewhere quickly, but sometimes she decides she needs me to do it, and suddenly she's too tired to do it, or her fingers are too tired, or the tongue is too hard for her....  I got home and she was screaming and Brian asked if she had misbehaved in some way so that I wouldn't help her with her shoes, and I just said that she could do it and should be expected to.  I even told her she didn't have to put them on; she could go home in her socks.  But she wasn't happy with that either.  Last week during the most awful tantrum she laid on a chair on her belly (an uncomfortable position) for something like 20 minutes or more, screaming and screaming that she was too tired to get down by herself.  Really?  I would think it would be much harder to sit their in an uncomfortable position screaming and screaming. 

    Ah well.  I hope it's a stage. 

    Grant really loves to use "ing" words now.  He put a block onto our big pony tower and enthusiastically exclaimed, "helping!!"  I still love how he says "mommy doing now-ing?"  Madeleine thinks that's funny too, so we all go around saying, "doing nowing?  Grant doing now-ing?  Madeleine doing now-ing??" 

    I guess it's time to get ready to go.  I've been procrasting building anything for the lego convention, and I'm starting to feel all stressed about it.  Ah well. 

    Better get going...