Today we went to the mall with Auntie Zoe. It was pretty much pointless because the kids did not want to be there. Poor Ellie Belly, for some reason (maybe I should mention that I did forget the diaper bag in the car and didn't think I would need it, so we had no snacks, drinks, etc.), was not a happy camper and Zach was antsy because he wanted to Build-a-Bear today, which we were going to let him do AFTER we went to all of our stores. Naturally, after that there was a HUGE line at Build-a-Bear and we stood there for at least 20 minutes and never moved, so I told him that we could buy something at the Disney Store if we could make our bear another day. Of course, Zach thought "that was a great idea" and bolted out of there.
Another shit story...
Zachary was riding his Smart Cycle while I was trying to pick up the family room. He was sittin there on his bike, telling me what to pick up, what to put away, not to put away, etc. After I thought, he was done, he says...."Oh yea and don't forget to put all that Playdoh shit back where it belongs." I about died...again! He is cracking me up with this shit thing because he uses it like it's a normal word in the right context and everything. After I regained my composure, I said "Zachary....it's Playdoh STUFF." and he goes "okay, yea put that playdoh stuff back where it belongs." Oh that boy....
Ellie Belly had a good day, once we got home from the mall. Now that she is standing up, I have really been working with her and her little push Lion toy. She never really knew what to do...it would move forward and she would just let the gap get wider and wider, not knowing really to take a step. Well, last night she started taking a few steps with it and tonight she was having a ball. We must have walked back and forth across the family room 6 times before she finally had enough. I did have to help her because I had to slow that Lion down, so to speak, but she is definitely getting the concept of moving those little leggers!
I have been working with Zach for the past couple days (wednesday night's dinner to be exact) on eating in a more appropriate time frame. Basically, we could sit at the dinner table anywhere from 1 to 1.5 hours before he would eat his dinner, same thing for lunch too. I would constantly have to remind him, take a bite, get back to the table, take another bite, please sit on the chair the right way, etc. It was very annoying, but it was something that I allowed to get worse and worse, over time and I knew I had to fix it.
So, I started setting the timer for 30 minutes. If he "beat the timer" that was great! If not, then he knew what the consequences would be. Let's just say that he went to bed without the goodnight show and cuddles the first night, no goodnight show, books or cuddles the second night, and the third day he had to take his afternoon rest in his room instead of on the couch while watching TV. It made for a very whiney couple days, but I held my ground and I'm thinking it WORKED!
Last night, meal #7 to be exact, Zach finished his whole dinner with 10 minutes to spare. He told me when he sat down to eat that he didn't have time to talk to me because he had to beat the timer because he wanted his books and cuddles at bedtime with Daddy. He told me that there would be plenty of time to talk and play after dinner! I was SO happy!! Today was Day 4 of our timed meals and he beat the timer for all 3 meals!! Oh jeas....it's those little things, right??
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