Lunches and Walking and a Yellow Paw Print
1. I did a bit of probing the other day about Maggie's lunches. And she replied that she would like more sandwiches. "Not cheese though." OK, not cheese. Jam and butter? Tuna? Sunflower butter? "Nutella."
So, in the spirit of "almost anything in moderation," today's lunch included two teeny little heart-shaped nutella sandwiches on homemade whole-wheat bread. And a mini-quiche, some edamame, bell pepper, and fruit. Your sandwich...is your dessert!
2. Ivy's decided she doesn't want to ride in the wagon to Ralph's anymore. I still bring along the wagon to transport the food home (and in case she gets tired and wants to ride). She tromps along, happy as anything. She's also been refusing to ride in the pushchair to pick Maggie up. This is more problematic, as she's often tired by that point in the day and tends to stumble...and then wants to be carried. One day she scraped her knee enough to make it bleed a little, so I had to carry home a wailing toddler while Maggie complained about all the screaming. Sigh.
3. Yesterday, Maggie told me she got her first yellow Paw Print (yellow indicating a day in which she needed to be redirected more than usual). She also said something about failing to help tidy up, so I figured that was the reason. And then at dinner, out of the blue, "I won't hit anyone ever again."
Oh.
So rainfletcher and I started quizzing her. There's a large difference between a flail that inadvertently impacts someone's arm and a punch. I don't know that we'll ever get the whole story, but it does indeed sound more like an intentional punch than an accident. We admonished her repeatedly that she mustn't hit anyone, ever, for any reason. (And this is where I'm glad that WE don't hit HER--no conflicting message there.) Hopefully we got through to her and she'll find more appropriate ways to deal with difficulties.
So, in the spirit of "almost anything in moderation," today's lunch included two teeny little heart-shaped nutella sandwiches on homemade whole-wheat bread. And a mini-quiche, some edamame, bell pepper, and fruit. Your sandwich...is your dessert!
2. Ivy's decided she doesn't want to ride in the wagon to Ralph's anymore. I still bring along the wagon to transport the food home (and in case she gets tired and wants to ride). She tromps along, happy as anything. She's also been refusing to ride in the pushchair to pick Maggie up. This is more problematic, as she's often tired by that point in the day and tends to stumble...and then wants to be carried. One day she scraped her knee enough to make it bleed a little, so I had to carry home a wailing toddler while Maggie complained about all the screaming. Sigh.
3. Yesterday, Maggie told me she got her first yellow Paw Print (yellow indicating a day in which she needed to be redirected more than usual). She also said something about failing to help tidy up, so I figured that was the reason. And then at dinner, out of the blue, "I won't hit anyone ever again."
Oh.
So rainfletcher and I started quizzing her. There's a large difference between a flail that inadvertently impacts someone's arm and a punch. I don't know that we'll ever get the whole story, but it does indeed sound more like an intentional punch than an accident. We admonished her repeatedly that she mustn't hit anyone, ever, for any reason. (And this is where I'm glad that WE don't hit HER--no conflicting message there.) Hopefully we got through to her and she'll find more appropriate ways to deal with difficulties.