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On the 4th of July, Rebecca bounded out of bed and got dressed in her brand new dress. The bounding! The hair fixing! (Honestly, the hair fixing. She brushed it without being told. This is a lovely development.)
Marcus and Rebecca worked on their sharing skills while we fired the grill for burgers and hot dogs.
Kaylee trotted around to see how close she could get to unprotected meat. Alas, no success there. Marcus and I worked on her “come” skills with fresh green bean pieces between flipping burgers. She did get to finish Madeline’s hot dog.
The kids had a great time playing outside. We ate just before it started to drizzle off and on.
Madeline lost her green bean to the neighbor’s dog. I got her another one.
After a very long day full of annoyances and disappointments, Marcus was rather cranky. He and Becca got into a row over toys, and I sent them both downstairs to undress for their bath–only by then, Marcus was so grumpy that he didn’t want a bath.
“No! I do not want a bath! I want to go to bed dirty,” he screamed as I carried him down the stairs. Not taking a bath was out of the question, as in the course of the afternoon he had played in the muddy backyard until it began raining again.
“No! I hate getting wet! I want my clothes on! You are a bad mother!,” he cried as I undressed him and lifted him (not a mean feat when he’s throwing a tantrum) into the tub where Becca was already arranging shampoo bottles.
“No! No! No! No! _No!_,” he fussed as I turned on the water.
“It is too hot! It is too cold! It is wet! I have soap in my eyes! I want a new mother!,” he complained vociferously as I bathed him. Becca had no complaints.
“I want cavities! I hate clean teeth! Mmph mmmph mmph!,” he screamed, even as he opened his mouth to let me brush his molars.
It was quite a tantrum, and it just kept getting sillier and more ridiculous as he went through his paces.