Jeffrey thinks that the best way to teach his brother to stop touching him and his stuff is by punching him or squeezing him.
Great!!! The teacher in me kicks in. I got 2 screaming kids, one who is injured and one who is p.o.'d. I sit both kids down and, when they are done freaking out and can hear me talking to them, we discuss the best way to let your brother know not to step on your fixator is by telling him, "That hurts, don't step on me." Punching doesn't solve the problem. The best way to have him not run his toy into your tracks and ruin them all is to tell him how you worked hard and his breaking it made you sad. This, I feel, will be a long ongoing process of modeling.
|Jack sulking because he didn't get his way|
This afternoon, however, was great! We visited Ms. Chris, who is like Mom #2 to my kids during the school year. Jeff hasn't been to the sitter since June and the boys and I wanted to go visit. The two other brothers, friends of Jeffrey's, that were there had a great time playing with Jeff and Jack. I think the 4 of them have grown so much and played and shared so nicely . One of the boys even cried when we left. He said he was gonna miss Jeff. We definitely have to visit more often.
To sum it up, day 3 of stay-at-home mommyhood was pretty good. Now, the boys are in their beds (notice I did not say they are sleeping b/c they are not). I can't decide whether to go sit outside in the sun or do laundry/dishes. Hmmm...I'm torn. I know the clearly obvious choice should be do housework. But...the outside is calling saying, "I won't be warm and sunny for long! Your housework will be there f o r e v e r!!!!"
You know what, outside? You're right. Here I come!!!!
Nevermind, before I posted this Jeffrey called me into his room to rub his leg b/c he's in pain. Looks like I'll be staying in the house to answer my darling's calls.