I would be a rich woman if I had a dollar for every time I've told my kids, "I don't want arguments; I want obedience."
Yesterday, I was sitting on the floor in the boys' room chatting with Jubal, when my very literal toddler, Tell, began to inform me of something that was apparently quite crucial to his little world. I listened for a minute to him unsuccessfully attempt to wrap his tongue around the thoughts bouncing around in his mind. I then laughingly told him, "Well, spit it out." ...........And so he spat.
I've decided that perhaps I don't always want my commands carried out exactly.
(This video of Tell trying to keep Nolan playing on the trampoline with him has nothing to do with this post, but I just love the drama of toddlerhood and wanted to share.)
Take these precious clips regularly for your archives! I just moved all my vhs to digital and they are certainly priceless. We only took video for a short period of time while we had a hand me down (honkin shoulder model) camera and then it died. I'm sorry we didn't get more in the last 10 years.
ReplyDeleteI know some big boys who still try manipulating by pouting, whining, and crying. But they didn't have you as a mother. :)
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