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Oh la vache.
So that's how a spoilt brat/golden boy/king child/little emperor start. (I typed enfant-roi to translate it; the site sent me to the hell entry. Good one.)
My niece really spoiled me in this regard. Her tantrums never last, she understands things quickly, she can hold her special glass for baby, practically walk and can play alone. Bonus, put a dvd of anything with songs (favourite: Mary Poppins, Dirty Dancing, Buffy the musical) and she's too busy watching and/or dancing to bother you.
And then, there is H. Same age, one year. And a mom overprotecting. She warned me that she rarely let him alone, but 'he's very calm!'. They all told me he was very quiet, and calm, and just put him with Sam, and they'll play!
She had no one to guard him today, so she brought him at my sister. It doesn't bother me to help someone, even more a friend of my sister.
And after all, he's very quiet!
Yeah.
If someone is in the room with him. When she said she never let him alone, that meant she practically always had him in her arms! That was the only thing able to calm him a little. But leave the room, even two steps, and he cry like if you were torturing him.
I had to take him up almost one half-hour because Sam was napping. And again after. My arm hurt.
Sam was a doll. And she has the humour of her father. And grandfather. See, when she has a tantrum, not real tears, Micka fake crying, mocking her. She either stop and go back to play, or laugh. Guess what she did every time H cried.
I know sometimes, if one kid cries, the rest follow, but she didn't. At worst, she was looking at him like if he had a problem. Sometimes worried, and sometimes, "dude, what's your problem? Did you miss the toys around you?"
And to change them! Him, it was easy, she can be alone. Her? He was downstairs, the bathroom is upstairs.
I had to let him cry the time to bring her upstairs, put her in her bed (her playpen is in the living room, the bed is the only place she can't fall down, or stop her from running away), and go back to get him and place him in the bathroom, get her back, and change her. And he was still whining.
Sam was awesome. When you put her in her bed, even more when it's not nap time, she cry, because, how dare you ask her to lose time she can use for exploring on something so trivial like sleep! This time? Not a sound. She just hung on the bar and watched, waiting her turn.
Before H arrived, my only worry was how to feed two kids in the same time, because I was sure Sam would be jealous from not having all the attention. I would have preferred that.
And I do it again tomorrow.
So that's how a spoilt brat/golden boy/king child/little emperor start. (I typed enfant-roi to translate it; the site sent me to the hell entry. Good one.)
My niece really spoiled me in this regard. Her tantrums never last, she understands things quickly, she can hold her special glass for baby, practically walk and can play alone. Bonus, put a dvd of anything with songs (favourite: Mary Poppins, Dirty Dancing, Buffy the musical) and she's too busy watching and/or dancing to bother you.
And then, there is H. Same age, one year. And a mom overprotecting. She warned me that she rarely let him alone, but 'he's very calm!'. They all told me he was very quiet, and calm, and just put him with Sam, and they'll play!
She had no one to guard him today, so she brought him at my sister. It doesn't bother me to help someone, even more a friend of my sister.
And after all, he's very quiet!
Yeah.
If someone is in the room with him. When she said she never let him alone, that meant she practically always had him in her arms! That was the only thing able to calm him a little. But leave the room, even two steps, and he cry like if you were torturing him.
I had to take him up almost one half-hour because Sam was napping. And again after. My arm hurt.
Sam was a doll. And she has the humour of her father. And grandfather. See, when she has a tantrum, not real tears, Micka fake crying, mocking her. She either stop and go back to play, or laugh. Guess what she did every time H cried.
I know sometimes, if one kid cries, the rest follow, but she didn't. At worst, she was looking at him like if he had a problem. Sometimes worried, and sometimes, "dude, what's your problem? Did you miss the toys around you?"
And to change them! Him, it was easy, she can be alone. Her? He was downstairs, the bathroom is upstairs.
I had to let him cry the time to bring her upstairs, put her in her bed (her playpen is in the living room, the bed is the only place she can't fall down, or stop her from running away), and go back to get him and place him in the bathroom, get her back, and change her. And he was still whining.
Sam was awesome. When you put her in her bed, even more when it's not nap time, she cry, because, how dare you ask her to lose time she can use for exploring on something so trivial like sleep! This time? Not a sound. She just hung on the bar and watched, waiting her turn.
Before H arrived, my only worry was how to feed two kids in the same time, because I was sure Sam would be jealous from not having all the attention. I would have preferred that.
And I do it again tomorrow.