We invited a friend to bike with us to the Botanical Gardens on Thursday (the first non-rainy day all week). She biked to our place to meet us, and I guess Guinness didn't see her bike because as I was loading the kids up on their seats on my bike, and letting them know that Erin would be coming with us, Guinness asked, "Is there enough room for her???" meaning, enough room for her also on my bike. Ha ha, no Guinness. Good call. Carrying two chunky children on my bike is getting hard enough, no where to squeeze in an extra adult as well.
Guinness had a great week this week, playing cars with his rescue station and riding Gemma's pink fairy scooter around the house. I love that he doesn't care about boy/girl markings on toys. The fairy scooter, princess car, pink suitcase, purple and pink bike.... he doesn't let that stuff get in the way of enjoying a good toy.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Guinness' Mischief
This is Guinness helping with dishes.
I left them at the sink for a minute. I come back, his foot is in the water. I go to get the camera, and when I get back his whole body is in the water. This is an example of why we 'knucklehead' almost as much as we use 'Guinness'.
I left them at the sink for a minute. I come back, his foot is in the water. I go to get the camera, and when I get back his whole body is in the water. This is an example of why we 'knucklehead' almost as much as we use 'Guinness'.
Oh, Guinness...
Two year old boys.
Throw it. Touch it. Smash it. Eat it. Cry about it. Fits, not listening, saying 'no'.
I have got to renew my patience. I need to use more encouraging words, and pick my battles. I need to TRAIN him to obey, and discipline him appropriately, and not just get mad.
I love that my replationship with each child is so special. Different kids, different needs, different special moments. When I roll over at 3 or 4 in the morning, he is lying in my bed, fast asleep. I don't know when he comes, I never hear or feel him. But when he is there with me I smile. I touch his palm, or gently squeeze his little toddler arms. I put my hand on his tummy, or his back, and feel his breath. I look at his face, and try to memorize it. (I've grown to love sleeping with my kids. If you cna't beat 'em, join 'em!. More on that another time, maybe)
For the next few days of holiday, I will try to have fun with Guinness HIS way, not my way, give him chances to practice being a good listener and obedient, and correct him when he doesn't .
Throw it. Touch it. Smash it. Eat it. Cry about it. Fits, not listening, saying 'no'.
I have got to renew my patience. I need to use more encouraging words, and pick my battles. I need to TRAIN him to obey, and discipline him appropriately, and not just get mad.
I love that my replationship with each child is so special. Different kids, different needs, different special moments. When I roll over at 3 or 4 in the morning, he is lying in my bed, fast asleep. I don't know when he comes, I never hear or feel him. But when he is there with me I smile. I touch his palm, or gently squeeze his little toddler arms. I put my hand on his tummy, or his back, and feel his breath. I look at his face, and try to memorize it. (I've grown to love sleeping with my kids. If you cna't beat 'em, join 'em!. More on that another time, maybe)
For the next few days of holiday, I will try to have fun with Guinness HIS way, not my way, give him chances to practice being a good listener and obedient, and correct him when he doesn't .
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