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Et Tu, T.Puzzle?

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I’ve dedicated previous posts to the personality dilemma of little T.Puzzle.  When he was in utero I prayed, pleaded and begged him to be less strong-willed than Full Speed before him.  Unfortunately, the kid has held his own in the stubborn arena and it seems to be getting worse.

As a whole, T.Puzzle has been more of an enigma to me.  Full Speed and his personality traits were easier to identify because he is almost a complete carbon copy of Mad Dog.  So, all I had to do was look to Mad Dog to help me understand what was making Full Speed tick.  Over time this has helped me tremendously.

T.Puzzle on the other hand has shown more signs of my personality.  He is more expressive, affectionate and can be extremely empathic.  He can even be downright adorable with his expressions of loving devotion. I thought maybe this would mean that some of my previous pleas to the cosmos had been answered.  While he certainly has his share of assertive independence, I hoped his sensitive side would balance it out or at least soften the edges a bit.

I am so, so very wrong.  T.Puzzle lately has been giving me and especially his teachers at school, a run for our money.   He is so much like Full Speed and Mad Dog it makes me want to cry just a little bit.  Granted, being assertive, confident and strong-willed will get you far in your adult life.  The downside is that your Mom may completely lose her mind in the process of getting you there.

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The Dark Side of Valentine’s Day

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I am off my game.  You would think I would know better.  All I need to do to stay on top of things is periodically read old posts from this blog.

I couldn’t resist.  I gave the boys small-scale lightsabers with M&Ms inside the handle.  They are completely adorable, they light up and they came with candy.  They are a perfect little Valentine.

Do I even need to write what happened once the boys bounded downstairs and grasped the lightsabers in their hands?

I don’t.  You’re a smart bunch.  You saw this morning’s lightsaber death match between the boys coming a mile a way.  You could have warned me to get them anything else.   My enduring love for Han Solo and all things Star Wars clouded my judgment.

I have paid the price and like the dark side I do not.

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Rules Were Made to be Broken

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Yesterday a new love seat arrived for our family room.  It is very comfortable and has motorized foot rests.  Of course before Mad Dog and I could allow ourselves to enjoy it, our first priority was to set ground rules with the boys on how to treat this new piece of furniture.

1.  No jumping, fighting or standing on the love seat

2.  Do not play with the button for the footrests, this is not a new spaceship toy

3.  Sitting next to Mom is allowed but only if you can do so calmly and quietly (this usually lasts for about five minutes until I end up with a foot, yes, I said foot, in my eyeball)

Of course following these rules can be quiet a challenge.  I watched as T.Puzzle sat on the arm of our couch ready to launch himself at full force on the love seat.

“Whoa, hold on there, T.Puzzle.  Remember, no jumping allowed!” I said rather forcefully.

“I wasn’t going to jump, Mom.  I was going to swing.”

And with that, he grabbed the couch arm like a pommel horse and before I could stop him, swung his legs in a perfect arc landing squarely seated on the love seat.  It actually was quite athletic.  If I would have been watching these shenanigans in a different venue I may have been inclined to award him a bronze medal.

Looks like we’re back to the drawing board on our list of rules…

T.Puzzle as a baby swinging in the proper context
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Free Time

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Today is doomsday.  This is my babysitter’s last day to help out during the week.  I told her to have a ‘free day’ with the boys (which full disclosure, she actually wanted very much).  That means she picked both boys up from school.  That means I have several hours of free time.  Let me repeat that, I have several hours of free time.  A friend asked me what I was going to do.  I didn’t have the foggiest idea.  Oh sure, I know how to kill a few hours with errands or the occasional  appointment.  Several hours, well, that’s a whole different league.  It’s a liberating feeling this free time to be spent alone.  It also is kind of sad that I had to think very hard about what to do with it.  This is what I came up with in no particular order: clothes shopping for myself (zero interruptions…it was divine), snack at Panera to do some writing including this blog post (I love, love, love to write) and to cap the night off, dinner with some girlfriends.

Who am I without my children to define my life or my time?  Turns out I’m exactly the same.  Same hair, same perspective and same joys and sorrows. The only difference is this quiet bubble that surrounds me wherever I go today.

I am certainly more of an observer of life than a participator.  I leave full on life participation to the hands of my boys.  Better enjoy the quiet while I can…

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Boy VS. Man

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Full Speed is an extremely stubborn boy. It is only recently that I can play any sort of game with him and it doesn’t end in him melting down if he loses. Well, most of the time anyway.

It’s nice that Full Speed has evolved away from some of this tantrum-ing in competition. The one area that Full Speed has shown zero to little improvement in competitive meltdowns is when he is playing anything against Mad Dog. Our theory is Full Speed’s belief system. In everything else, Full Speed has a fundamental belief that he can dominate so he powers through. When up against Mad Dog, he understands that his Dad is stronger and faster so he gives up in frustration quite easily. He feels hopeless so he acts hopeless. It ain’t pretty.

I don’t think the answer lies in having Mad Dog let Full Speed win all the time. Life doesn’t work that way. However, I do believe that I should be given at least one hour notice before they play anything against each other. That way I have plenty of time to find a more pleasant alternative to view.

What I don’t see can’t hurt me.

This kid means business