Pumpkin and I had the day to ourselves. Chris had to judge something or other tonight. And most of the nights this week.
Sigh.
I hate it for him. It will wipe him out. Plus the whole missing seeing his daughter thing. I don't really change that much. I mean, a week from now the only change might be I changed earrings. For the first time in five months.
No promises on that.
But Pumpkin changes all the time.
Every day is a brand new day. Specifically, today was the first time she willfully defied me over something I told her not to do. She's gotten close before and she's certainly ignored me. But never when I said "Aubrey Kate, do not color on the chair" did she then look me in the eye and pull that brown crayon across my white slipcover.
I thought my head would explode.
She got scooped up swiftly and taken to sit on her "Naughty Dog". It's a pillow pet Aunt Linda gave her and last week sometime I, completely spur of the moment, made her sit on it as a time out.
It was out in the middle of the floor in her room. So it is now, the time out chair. Only red, furry and comfy.
Today she screamed bloody murder and acted like the dog was too hot to sit on.
Which only made me madder.
But a minute later, during which I put all the crayons away, I went in to get her. Gave her a big hug, wiped her tears and told her what I always tell her when she's gotten in trouble...I love you too much to let you disobey.
Yes, I am aware she's 19 months old and doesn't understand. But one day she will. And even if that's 35 telling her own daughter the same thing, that's okay.
She recovered quickly and was back playing like nothing had happened. I continued to be mad. And likely a little mad at myself for continuing to be mad.
Then she brought over the cover for the shopping cart. (We cleaned out the car to drive home and so now it's in the playroom). She held it out for me and said "Open".
New word!
I then had her repeat it twenty-six times. She thought it was the coolest game.
Later as I was cleaning out my box of ribbon, she pulled out the three wooden animals I had for diaper cake decorating. You know. The ones you can buy at Hobby Lobby/Michael's/Joanne's. They're painted and decorated. Anyway, I have the elephant, giraffe and lion. I asked her what each one was. She knows the last two but elephant is a big word.
"Ephant!"
Again, twenty-six times later, I knew she had it.
And just to make things better, while she was eating her spaghetti for dinner, she held up some of the meat in the sauce and said "Meat!" Granted not a large word but also not a word I work on teaching her. I think I only say it when I'm telling her what I'm doing at the stove. "I'm browning the meat for dinner, Aubrey Kate."
Yes, I tell her what I'm cooking. I'm hopeful she'll want to learn how to cook. So I can stop.
Kidding.
All in all, a rather successful day. Three new words and one Naughty Dog moment.
Very grateful I can praise God for her sweet little life when she's learning new words and playing so well.
Also very grateful I can ask that same God for guidance and forgiveness when she disobeys me and I let me anger linger.
Nothing like having a child to bring you to the Lord's feet more than ever before.
Sigh.
I hate it for him. It will wipe him out. Plus the whole missing seeing his daughter thing. I don't really change that much. I mean, a week from now the only change might be I changed earrings. For the first time in five months.
No promises on that.
But Pumpkin changes all the time.
Every day is a brand new day. Specifically, today was the first time she willfully defied me over something I told her not to do. She's gotten close before and she's certainly ignored me. But never when I said "Aubrey Kate, do not color on the chair" did she then look me in the eye and pull that brown crayon across my white slipcover.
I thought my head would explode.
She got scooped up swiftly and taken to sit on her "Naughty Dog". It's a pillow pet Aunt Linda gave her and last week sometime I, completely spur of the moment, made her sit on it as a time out.
It was out in the middle of the floor in her room. So it is now, the time out chair. Only red, furry and comfy.
Today she screamed bloody murder and acted like the dog was too hot to sit on.
Which only made me madder.
But a minute later, during which I put all the crayons away, I went in to get her. Gave her a big hug, wiped her tears and told her what I always tell her when she's gotten in trouble...I love you too much to let you disobey.
Yes, I am aware she's 19 months old and doesn't understand. But one day she will. And even if that's 35 telling her own daughter the same thing, that's okay.
She recovered quickly and was back playing like nothing had happened. I continued to be mad. And likely a little mad at myself for continuing to be mad.
Then she brought over the cover for the shopping cart. (We cleaned out the car to drive home and so now it's in the playroom). She held it out for me and said "Open".
New word!
I then had her repeat it twenty-six times. She thought it was the coolest game.
Later as I was cleaning out my box of ribbon, she pulled out the three wooden animals I had for diaper cake decorating. You know. The ones you can buy at Hobby Lobby/Michael's/Joanne's. They're painted and decorated. Anyway, I have the elephant, giraffe and lion. I asked her what each one was. She knows the last two but elephant is a big word.
"Ephant!"
Again, twenty-six times later, I knew she had it.
And just to make things better, while she was eating her spaghetti for dinner, she held up some of the meat in the sauce and said "Meat!" Granted not a large word but also not a word I work on teaching her. I think I only say it when I'm telling her what I'm doing at the stove. "I'm browning the meat for dinner, Aubrey Kate."
Yes, I tell her what I'm cooking. I'm hopeful she'll want to learn how to cook. So I can stop.
Kidding.
All in all, a rather successful day. Three new words and one Naughty Dog moment.
Very grateful I can praise God for her sweet little life when she's learning new words and playing so well.
Also very grateful I can ask that same God for guidance and forgiveness when she disobeys me and I let me anger linger.
Nothing like having a child to bring you to the Lord's feet more than ever before.
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