children, gratitude, mommyhood

The T.Puzzle Connection

We may be turning a corner here. There certainly are no guarantees when raising a family but I’m sensing a slight shift in little T.Puzzle. He actually made the connection that bad behavior equals the loss of privileges. When I picked him up from school the first thing he said to me was, “Do I get to watch a show and have a treat?” I told him that he could but only if he was a good listener and was respectful. He seemed satisfied with that and went on to be mostly well-behaved for the rest of the evening.

I remember when Full Speed was in the heart of the terrible threes and he would have moments and phases of clarity just like Little T.Puzzle is showing. It would bolster me up for the next inevitable slide back to tantrum-filled defiance. I guess that’s what I need to do now. Soak up Little T.Puzzle’s slice of sanity and put the memory of it in my reserve tank of parenting energy.

You all know I’m gonna need it.

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Cute Kid

As little T.Puzzle is passionately fighting to be independent, he’s had some serious behavioral infractions and a series of time-outs and tantrums. These have all been meticulously documented by me on this very blog. I thought maybe I would share some good stuff so I don’t get stuck in a woe-is-me rut and T.Puzzle can only partially blame me for his possible future emotional dysfunction. And, I wanted to do it because sometimes this kid can be really, really cute.

The first picture is of him playing in the sand at a nearby park. My friend and her baby walked with us there. Little T.Puzzle tried to act as if my friend was his personal assistant. He immediately starts ordering her around and telling her where to put the water, the bucket, etc. He is very directive just like his brother and father before him. And you wonder why I have issues? Anyway, he had a blast and he was a lot of fun to watch as he attacked the sand with gusto. My friend was gracious and patient with him as always (thank you!).

This second picture shows that even though he craves independence, he doesn’t ever like to be left alone even if I’m only in the next room. On the days it’s the two of us, he follows me from room to room about 90% of our day. Here he is playing with his beloved Thomas the Train at my feet while I blog. He knows enough to leave Mommy alone when she’s typing but there are times he still manages to put his feet (yes, his feet not his hands) or his Thomas the Train on the keyboard just to make sure Mommy is paying attention.

This third one is to show how marvelous his dimples are! I mean with a smile like that, this kid could get away with just about anything.

I posted these pics to remind myself tantrums and/or aggressive behavior do not ultimately define my little T.Puzzle. They are just a small part of him and all the other parts like tenacity, creativity and zest for life are pretty spectacular.

Love you, little T.Puzzle!

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The Trade-Off

After the incident I had with little T.Puzzle at Target last week, let’s just say I was less than enthusiastic about spending another whole day alone with the little instigator. I had some stuff to do around the house and then I planned to take him on a bike ride to the park. I had zero plans to take him to a public place, especially since I’m certain we are now on Target’s ‘watch list’. One look at us and the employees of Target would swiftly escort off the premises.

little Frick looks for frogs at our neighborhood nature spot

He actually was pretty good. He made a friend at the park which always helps. They were roughly the same age. It was fascinating to watch little T.Puzzle establish boundaries with this kid. He is so used to be pummeled and harassed by his big brother Full Speed, that he is always on high alert. If his new friend so much as tapped his back, little T.Puzzle looked like he was going to bring on a full assault. He quickly learned that this new kid was harmless and his Mom and I watched in delight as they ran circles around the park and each other. We were hopeful this was setting the stage for great naps for both.

When it was time to leave, which is my least favorite part of doing pretty much anything with little T.Puzzle, he refused to put his helmet on. He was so adamant about this that while he was arguing with me (and I wasn’t arguing back), I quietly placed him in his seat, strapped him down and started home. So, he didn’t have his helmet on for the five blocks home but I did get him back in his seat without him trying to karate chop my head off. Not a bad trade-off I suppose.

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All Mine

I love baseball. My Mom loved baseball. So, to play baseball with my boys is pretty awesome. Mad Dog had purchased some whiffle balls, a bat and some cones for bases and we all took turns batting out in our cul-de-sac.

Of course the dream in my head of idylically playing America’s past-time did not quite match up to my reality. It was hard for the boys to take turns (make that impossible!),  T.Puzzle had to be in time-out three times, and then Full Speed was angry because T.Puzzle threw a ball at him.

It still was awesome.

It ain’t perfect but it’s all mine and I love it.

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Good Stuff

Life is all about celebrating the little things. You successfully poop on the potty and that’s a reason to cheer (it’s nice because your Mom cheers, too). You get to wear big boy underpants, and life is good!

Or, if you are old enough and have good reports from school, your Dad takes you to work with him.

If your Mom is lucky, she gets to pick you up from downtown and spend the rest of the day with you. Then, when you say stuff like ‘Mom, I really like dating you,’ it makes her day.

This is some of the good stuff.