Life and Toddler Logic
And so it goes, and so it goes...
the dog wants daddy's affection...
daddy wants mommy's affection...
mommy wants the kids' affection...
the kids want the dog's affection...
Though everyone usually gets what they want at the end of the day, it's always the same!
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I recently bought a king-sized headboard for my bed off of Craig's List. At $30, it's a great deal for a solid pine decorative piece that I'm in the process of painting.
I had it down in the basement the other afternoon, and after cleaning and sanding it, I gave it a quick primer coat.
To keep the 3-year-old busy (she soooo wanted to help), I have a stash of small wood things from Michael's around for her to paint when I do projects. On this day she chose a set of bookends, and was working on them in a light green paint.
She had her art smock on, and was doing a great job. Her little tongue was sticking out as she was deep in concentration. The paint was a bit on the thick side in places, but it wasn't important. She was happy.
When she decided she was done, she asked me for a bag to take them up to her room. I told her they had to dry first. She said okay and continued putzing around (that is an official term in our house, by the way...).
I was deep into my own project, working the brush delicately around the turned posts.
At some point, my daughter asked me for a paper towel. I didn't think much about this and just handed a few sheets over to her. While she hates to clean up her toys, she is usually a stickler for cleaning up herself if she gets messy.
I kept working. My daughter was quiet.
Finally, I asked her, over the headboard (I couldn't see her this whole time), "Sweetie, what are you doing?"
"I drying, mommy"
"Your hands?" I asked. "You should wet them down in the sink first."
"Nope."
Hmmm...
So I stand up, and see her with a wad of paper towels, "drying off" the bookends she just painted. I did tell her they had to dry first....
the dog wants daddy's affection...
daddy wants mommy's affection...
mommy wants the kids' affection...
the kids want the dog's affection...
Though everyone usually gets what they want at the end of the day, it's always the same!
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I recently bought a king-sized headboard for my bed off of Craig's List. At $30, it's a great deal for a solid pine decorative piece that I'm in the process of painting.
I had it down in the basement the other afternoon, and after cleaning and sanding it, I gave it a quick primer coat.
To keep the 3-year-old busy (she soooo wanted to help), I have a stash of small wood things from Michael's around for her to paint when I do projects. On this day she chose a set of bookends, and was working on them in a light green paint.
She had her art smock on, and was doing a great job. Her little tongue was sticking out as she was deep in concentration. The paint was a bit on the thick side in places, but it wasn't important. She was happy.
When she decided she was done, she asked me for a bag to take them up to her room. I told her they had to dry first. She said okay and continued putzing around (that is an official term in our house, by the way...).
I was deep into my own project, working the brush delicately around the turned posts.
At some point, my daughter asked me for a paper towel. I didn't think much about this and just handed a few sheets over to her. While she hates to clean up her toys, she is usually a stickler for cleaning up herself if she gets messy.
I kept working. My daughter was quiet.
Finally, I asked her, over the headboard (I couldn't see her this whole time), "Sweetie, what are you doing?"
"I drying, mommy"
"Your hands?" I asked. "You should wet them down in the sink first."
"Nope."
Hmmm...
So I stand up, and see her with a wad of paper towels, "drying off" the bookends she just painted. I did tell her they had to dry first....
My son (4) drew an elaborate picture of a farm, inclduing clouds, chickens, a haystack, you name it. I was trying to follow the current parenting adage of not using the phrase, "good job," and instead comment on aspects of the picture itself. So I pointed to the clouds (plentiful and numerous) and said excitedly, "Oh! Look at all the details you ahve in your picture!"
Ever since then, clouds themselves are now AKA "details". Gives a fun twist to the phrase God is in the Details :-)
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