Art of Mom Thursday

This week has been a clusterf**k.  Monday feels like it was months ago, but the weekend still feels like it's a long way off. 

So, the recap: Peach was sick (cold) over the weekend, but thankfully the rivulets of snot dried up by Saturday evening. We celebrated her half birthday (why not?)  with a cake and candles.  She glowed with joy when she realized it was for her -- "this is MY birthday party," she announced, and ate all the frosting off her cake.  

Parenting-wise, I started reading a couple of books by David Elkind. Even though I know I don't want to subject Peach to academic/activity pressures this early, every time I hear about a kid her age in some sort of lesson, it makes me feel anxious, as though I'm not doing enough for her.  Hence, the books: to remind me that kids do better if they don't get subjected to structured lessons/sports/academics when they're this young, that she's only 2 and a half, and that her job right now is to learn about the world through play. 

(Although all that playing has to be inside - it's been f-ing freezing here.  Seriously, 9 degrees yesterday morning.  This is NW Oregon - come on!  We have magnolia trees here. Who knew 9 felt so much colder than 19?  Not me!)    So all zoo requests come with the answer, "It's too cold, sorry," which actually does stop the debate now.  She says, "Oh, OK."

Comments

[Zach Ricks]

The declaration of whose party it is, and the eating of frosting strike me as eminently sensible behaviors. And further proof of your daughters bright future as an evil overlord.

All Hail Peach!

[AnnaS]

Henry never says, "Oh, OK." It's always "why??"

See if you can guess his half of the conversation from my replies:

"because it's winter"
"because it gets colder during the winter"
"it is cold"
"it is cold"
"OK, you don't have to wear your mittens if you don't think you need them"
"I need my mittens, but I brought a spare pair. Do you want to wear them?"
"because its winter"
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