My son is very loud. Everything he does is loud.
He slams his pretend vacuum into anything on the floor, especially doors and baseboards, as he “cleans” the living room. He shouts as he plays with his just as loud or even louder toys. I don’t think a day goes by when Choo-choo doesn’t drop all his toys from his bed into one large pile, each car, truck, and train slamming onto the others with a crash.
“Mom!” he screams to me from the other room. “I making noise!” Continue reading “My noisy boy”
Choo-choo and I were playing with his blocks in the living room last night. We’d had a busy day, but it was quickly approaching bedtime. “Okay, sweetie,” I told him, “You’ve had your extra time to play, but now we need to pick this all up. We can play again tomorrow.”
I began putting the blocks back in their container.
My son, meanwhile, panicked. His eyes grew wide and worried. Continue reading “Like mother, like son”
Yesterday, Choo-choo and I were playing with a rainbow-colored plastic spring. I’m sure you all know what I am talking about. The Slinky that isn’t a Slinky. I showed Choo-choo how to get the spring to “fall” down each stair by itself. We then reenacted this with his play table and some boxes.
It got me thinking. The not-Slinky is such a simple yet Continue reading “Choo-choo learns something new”
Diesel has been working some long, crazy hours, which leaves me and Choo-choo a lot of Mommy/son play time. However, the amount of playtime depends on Choo-choo’s willingness to cooperate with naptime, meals, teeth brushing, and potty time.
So many times before, things have gone way out of hand in terms of him not wanting to do anything. He would scream, cry, whine. Kick at me or hit me. Literally throw himself on the floor.
I wish I could say I always kept my cool. Continue reading “Happy days are here again”