This is the fist time Mack crawled on grass. He kept on trying to eat the leaves.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Mornings lately have had their fare share of challenges. It's a mixed bag what with Mack grinning and spitting up and drooling and screeching like a wild animal, and Nate pushing back against our quest for authority for reasons mostly known to Nate. There are funny moments too -- like this morning when Nate was entertaining Mack with assurances that super heroes were coming to save Mack from his crib- jail and opening the blinds again and again to let them in. The boys waking up together in their room followed by squeals of delight, has been a revelation.
But this morning, when it came time to finally put Nate's coat on, he twisted around violently, mad with resistance. I counted to 3. He ignored it. I gave him a time out in his bed. "I've had it!" I barked. He cried. "Come here and put on your coat," I said in his dark room after a minute or so. He didn't. I counted to 3. Nate didn't budge. I took away privileges like iPad and TV. He still didn't move from his bed. Finally I picked him up and dumped him in his orange stroller while he cried. I angrily wheeled him to the elevator. "Bye," I heard Shana say as I headed down the hall. "Bye," I said.
Nate got quiet on the stroll to school. We chatted on Whyth and North 5th Street and I told him how important it was to listen to me and Mommy. He nodded his head in agreement when I asked him if he understood. He then mumbled about wanting a snack (was he hungry the whole time, was that what the tantrum was about??) and so we went to get a bagel. "I'm sorry we got into a fight," I said after, crossing Bedford Avenue. "But I really need you to listen to me." I bent down to hug him in his stroller and he hugged me back.
"Next time I will be good," Nate said in the sweetest voice imaginable. I felt my heart cave in. I started to cry, there on North 5th Street just east of Bedford Avenue. I hugged him again so he wouldn't see.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
At home, Nate seems intent on rough playing with Mack, usually leading to "NATE BE CAREFUL WITH MACK" or "NATE STOP IT STOP IT" or "NATE EASY EASY COME ON NOW NATE STOP IT I SAID STOP IT NOW NOW STOP IT NATE NATE NATE!" Nate doesn't seem to get it. I suppose he never will -- it's human nature to beat the crap out of your younger brother. Nevertheless, it's tiring to constantly be on the defensive; Nate's attacks on Mack are relentless.
So we split up for now. On this Sunday, Shana hung back with Mack (who was cranky and snotty and drooly and spit uppy -- Shana got the short straw on this one), while I took Nate to the movies (Wreck It Ralph -- bad). Here's Nate on the subway platform (he loves the subway!) and then a video of Nate eating popcorn (he loves popcorn!) at the movies.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
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