Me in all my motherly glory & knowledge decided that if Z doesn't eat dinner, then he doesn't get snacks & treats. It is a nice sounding rule. Almost reminiscent of my own mother...you know laying down the law. Showing him who is boss...that sort of thing.
Dinner comes, Z throws his nicely plated dinner piece by piece onto the oh so clean floor. sigh. Warning given: "Z...eat your dinner or no snacks tonight." As if my 18 month-old has a clue to what I am saying. Still I feel great about my rule, willing to stick to my guns. I gladly take him down & send him on his way. No hard feelings...his consequences of his choice will come.
Fast forward 1 hour. Scot is working late, Mom is tired, Z is ornery & bedtime is an hour away. Does anyone else detest this time of day? I mean really, can't we just go from dinner to bed? Anyway, I digress, back to the tired mom & ornery Z. We've played puzzles, read books, watched movies, but nothing is really tickling his fancy & to be honest I kind of feel bad for the kid...I'm sure he doesn't feel good & is tired & his teeth hurt. So the solution you ask?
Popsicles on the lawn. Mind you, that no treat or snack rule...yep, it was out the window! With the sun setting it was almost cool enough to pretend like fall might be approaching, almost, but not quite. My main man Z also thoroughly enjoyed all the planes overhead. I can't wait for fall.This morning found us outside on the patio eating our pancakes, then playing on the lawn. Suddenly Z had an idea he was desperately tiring to communicate in his broken jargon. It sounded a bit like popcorn, but I couldn't imagine why he'd be saying that. So I asked him to show me. He gladly takes my hand with a toothy grin (because he thinks he has won), prances into the kitchen to the fridge. I open the fridge...nothing is jumping out. Try the freezer...he's getting more excited...ahhh...Popsicle. Again, I happily indulged him! Scot gawked, citing it was only 8:30 in the morning, however, Z had eaten his entire pancake breakfast, & thus treats & snacks were totally allowed (although it seems treats are always allowed here!).
So to my man Z: I love sharing Popsicles on the lawn with you! It cures all your grouchiness & grumpiness & that makes your momma happy!
6 comments:
You're a mom after my own heart. I still haven't been grocery shopping since returning from Idaho, so Jackson asked for Ritz for breakfast - I, of course, indulged him.
Three cheers for popsicles! You can always start enforcing "the rules" next week, right?
The very reason, I never threatened such things. I never grounded a child. I refused to punish or threaten to punish is the punishment was going to end up worse for me than them. Yeah for popscicles.
I agree! that time of day is so nasty...I hate it, we are all crazy.
My mom use to call it the Arsenic hour... and that it is.
you are such a good mommy!!
sorry for rough days but yea for popsicles.
I call that hour the witching hour--it's not a fun time!! And we love popsicles at our house, if all else fails we go out back, ride bikes and eat popsicles!! Thanks to Fry's for their $1 popsicle sales!! :)
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