Afternoon; Hijacked

Today started out pretty well. 

Yesterday my in-laws brought me brand new furry crocs.  This makes me so happy!!  I love my crocs because they are soooo comfortable and supportive.  I don't care if they are supposed to be fashionable or if they are popular, I wouldn't wear them for that reason.  What I do know is that they are the best pair of shoes I've ever had.  I also love slippers.  I hate cold feet and I don't like to wear dirty shoes in the house. 

Now I have the best of both worlds: fuzzy croc slippers!!!

OK, NaBloPoMo is beginning to wear on me a little, I am too tired to come up with much today, but I am trying...

So, as I was saying, the day started out well because I could pad around in my new shoes.  After Scott got on the bus, Jane and I went to the neighbor's house for a playgroup.  She played happily, I sat and talked.  Then we went home and it started to spiral out of control.

I was busy trying to get together the things I needed before we could run errands.  Plus I had some phone calls to make and get lunch and before I knew it, it was close to 2pm. 

I told Jane we had to get going, she needed to use the potty and then put her shoes on.  She balked.  "I don't have to go potty!  I don't want to go out!  I don't like my shoes!"

"I know you are tired, but we have a few things we have to do, like get something for dinner.  You'll get a lollipop at the dry cleaners.  Come on, we have to get going so we'll be home in time for the bus."

Cue big tantrum.  Yesterday she had a rip-roaring one, too.  In fact, there have been quite a few lately.

She finally calmed down and then peed all over the floor.

Then she didn't want to get dressed.

Now it was too late to do anything more than quickly get something for dinner.  Except she still fought and screamed.  Then she started to cough and wheeze.  Great.

Now I had to sit with her and calm her down before she had an asthma attack.  Yep, the whole afternoon was shot.

I remembered that developmental thing about the whole year time being full of compliance and organized behavior while the half year time is marked by disagreement, angst, turmoil.

This was so true of Scott.  Each year around his birthday in April, he'd be easy to live with (relatively) and then come fall, six months later, it seemed that he was falling apart and miserable.  With Jane it hasn't been as pronounced, but I still buy into this general premise of two steps forward, one step back.  As children are struggling through big developmental changes and leaps, they revert back to less mature behavior in other ways.

I will try to remember this tomorrow.  What is it that she will be doing soon?  What big leap is in store for us?  There must be a large step forward.  Because there sure has been some serious regression.

Comments

[Dee]

The Crocs look awesome! I can't wear regular Crocs because they are too wide for my feet. Maybe the furry Crocs would be more snug. I will have to check them out!

[Laura]

I love Crocs too and you know I love them even more so that they are in fashion!

That is interesting about the 1/2 year theory-Dallas is permantly in 1/2 year mode! I must get that book to you soon ;) It helped me through Dallas's third year or should I say 3 1/2!

[tulipmom]

I wish my feet weren't so narrow so I could wear those crocs. We're a no-shoes house too so they'd make great slippers.

Why haven't I heard of this half-year developmental thing before? Very interesting.

[delilah]

I must invest in a pair of those Crocs! It's funny that you should mention the half-year developmental funk. I think Kate is starting hers, and Annie will be close behind. Hang in there!

[Lori at Spinning Yellow]

Cyndi -
If I had been able to get her in the car, I am sure she would have fallen asleep. I am hoping Lee will do some big thing, too, soon. Because it better not be the wind up to holiday crankiness already!!!

[Cyndi]

Lori,
We had the exact same day, well almost. I FINALLY got Lee in the car and he fell asleep. You've reminded me there might be some logical reason for his cranky behavior lately, or perhaps it's just wishful thinking?
Cyndi