Tag: preschool years

Tender Heart

Toddlers and preschoolers have been known to be a little selfish, a little self-absorbed.

I know, you’re shocked but its true!!

In the past couple weeks, Brooke has let her sweet nature shine through the ever present “gimmes” and “mines!”.

Scene 1:

We took Sheed to the dentist for a teeth cleaning. When we picked him up, his leg was bandaged from where they put in his IV.

Tough little guy

The next morning, I sat down to take his bandage off. Sheed was kinda fidgety and trying to get away so I was struggling a little bit.

Brooke told me she was “scared” and wanted to stand where she didn’t have to watch and went by the door.

Finally, I got Sheed’s bandage unwrapped and headed to the closet for a treat.

That’s when she saw it…the area of his leg they had shaved so they could insert the IV.

Girlfriend lost it!! Her little heart was broken and the tears ran as she mumbled something about hurting Sheed.

I explained to her that it was just like when Daddy shaves his face and that it doesn’t hurt it just takes the hair away.

She was sad about it still when we got home that night.

Scene 2:

We got an adorable birth announcement for Miss Audrey!!

On it is 3 pictures – one of Audrey from the waist up, one of her cute little tootsies and one from the hospital of her shortly after birth in the little plastic thing they put babies in that’s name escapes me.

Brooke and I were talking about it and she asked about the picture of Audrey’s feet.

Sweet Girl
I love my sweet girl!

“Those are her feet. Aren’t they so tiny?”

Then she asked about the hospital picture.

“That’s Audrey while she was still in the hospital.”

Fear flashed in Brooke’s eyes. “Like a doctor?”

I could sense the waterworks coming so I explained that babies are born in the hospital and it doesn’t mean they are sick. I told her how she was born in a hospital too.

She looked at me a little skeptical but finally accepted my answer.

What sweet things have your kiddos done or said lately?

Turned Around

Recently, I’d helped some friends figure out car seat options when I realized I hadn’t checked to see if Brooke was still below her seat’s max weight for rear-facing.

Rear-Facing for the Last Time

As I’d feared, she now weighs too much to safely ride rear-facing so the moment I’d put off as long as I could had finally shown itself and smacked me in the face.

That weekend we switched her seat around forward-facing.

It has since become clear that it will take some time to adjust to this new setup. What I’ve discovered so far:

  • There is no sneaking food or drink by the front passengers because Miss Brooke sees all
  • Speaking of seeing all, she also has a new perspective out the windows which leads to a barage of “What’s that, Mommy?” or “Mommy, more cows!!”.
  • I am now reminded and then commanded to “Stop” as soon as she sees a stop sign – no matter how far from it we are. This week she even critiqued my stop.
Forward-facing and Being Silly

When did my baby become a little kid????

Liar Liar, Pants on Fire

photo credit: busyPrinting
If that adage is true, and you see a little ball of fire running by…it could quite possibly be my child.

The reasonable side of me knows that its a phase she was bound to go through.

The irrational side doesn’t want my daughter to be a LIAR!!!

It hadn’t been a problem at home but Brooke mentioned to me a time or two that she’d been in timeout that day for lying. My inner self rolled my eyes because I’m not huge fan of timeouts but my outer self gave a “no lying” lecture.

The next morning on the way to school, we again talked about the importance of not lying to which Brooke told me we shouldn’t lie “so we don’t get timeout”.

Yeah, that’s what I getting at…

The lying thing wasn’t an issue again until Friday night. We attended an event at church and the kiddos were served pizza in their classroom while the adults had theirs in various places throughout the building.

As were driving home, Brooke asked if she could have dinner when we get home. I was confused since she should have had pizza in her classroom. So I asked her and she told me she hadn’t had dinner.

My first instinct of course is anger. “THEY DIDN’T FEED MY BABY!!”

Then I start digging a little more and with each answer, I’m more unsure of what to think and I’m becoming upset because I’m not sure who I’m upset with!!

As we’re pulling up the driveway, Brooke finally fesses up she did have dinner at church.

At that point, neither outcome was going to make me happy. However, I think it did create a good learning opportunity. I stressed to her the lack of trust that comes from telling lies. I was able to tell her I was proud of her for telling the truth, albeit late in the game. I explained that her teachers could have gotten in trouble even though they didn’t do anything wrong.

I’m hopeful that the experience really helped her figure it out and that telling the truth has more value than “not getting in timeout”.

What tricky behavior issues have you dealt with lately?