After one of THOSE nights (when you think you were up with the kid all night long and in the morning compare notes with your spouse and find its worse than you thought...), the morning started off...energetic?...busy?...manic? Well, like this: Before 8 am Gabe had eaten breakfast, tortured the cat several times, done three puzzles, emptied a drawer of kitchen utensils on to the floor, played with his bowling set, had a snack, knocked over his play kitchen and all its contents, pushed his little sister down several times, colored, and VERY reluctantly and with much urging, "helped" clean most of it up. at 8 am, Mama resorted to TV. Eloise took a nap and the cat enjoyed a break from the tail pulling. Ahhhhhh...peace.
When it was over he seemed sweet and calm. So deceptive. Because then it was time to get dressed. Like we always do. Everyday. Without complaint. I wish someone had warned me that today was the day wearing pants was going to RUIN Gabe's life. Its music class day. My bottom line is you need to wear pants to music class. Wear last seasons trends, mix plaids and stripes for all I care, but you must wear pants. In the midst of throwing toys at me and screaming while stomping his feet frantically, he started demanding "Ssssnaaaack!"
Okay, good distraction, "What kind of snack would you like?"
"SSSSSSNAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!"
"Do you want an orange?"
"NO!"
"crackers?"
"NO!"
"banana?"
"NNNNOOOOO!"
"What kind of snack do you want?"
"Ssssnaaaack!"
"pretzels?"
"NNNNOOOOO!"
And here is where Mama paused momentarily and took a sanity break. Nothing was going to make this kid happy. So I sort of followed an impulse. And tickled him. I tickled him until he was belly laughing and begging for more. Attitude successfully readjusted.
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