On Tuesdays and Thursdays Monkey and her cousin Zoey go to the preschool in our church. Thankfully, Monkey was up around 7am so I didn’t have to wake her. She takes after her father when it comes to sleeping habits and can be a real bear if I have to get her out of bed before she’s ready. Immediately I asked what she wanted to wear because Monkey is very picky and getting dressed can sometimes take an hour or more. Of course she wanted to wear a dress and unfortunately, I haven’t put away her summer dresses yet.
“I wear that one,” Monkey said and pointed to a lightweight purple, flowery dress.
“No. It’s too cold for that one.” I shook my head.
“Well,” Monkey put her hands on her hips and a finger to her bottom lip as she looked in her closet. “I wear this one,” she pulled out another purple sundress.
“No. Too cold.” I really need to make time to go through her clothes and switch out summer for fall.
We repeated this process until I eventually couldn’t take it anymore and pulled one of her favorite dresses off the hanger.
“You can wear this one,” I said.
“But, but, but…” Monkey never just says one ‘but’; she says a string of them.
“It’s got pockets; you love the pockets don’t you?” I felt smug. Monkey never turned down a shirt or dress with pockets.
“Okay!” Monkey agreed – maybe too quickly.
Since it was going to be in the 70s, I didn’t spend too much time arguing over whether she had to wear tights or not and in a reasonable amount of time, Monkey was dressed and ready to go.
“Fill pockets now,” Monkey announced and began stuffing her pockets with princess figurines.
“Oh, no you don’t. You can’t take toys to preschool.”
“But, but, but…”
“No. You’ll lose them or fight over them. Toys stay home.”
Crying ensued. I knew she had agreed too easily and that there’d be a tantrum at some point. I ignored her crying, which sounds mean as I type it, but ignoring her little fits is the best way to put an end to them.
“What do you want for breakfast?” I asked.
“I don’t want breakfast.” She sniffed.
I made a big bowl of oatmeal and sat down to eat it. Sure enough, here comes Monkey. “I have some?”
The trick to getting Monkey to eat when she says she doesn’t want to or to get her to try something new is to not offer it to her, but to just eat it myself. It never fails that she wants what I have, but if I give her a plate or bowl of her own, forget about it. Toddlers.
After breakfast, it was time to leave and pick up my niece, Zoey. The ride was uncharacteristically silent. Usually the girls are talking and laughing, but not this Tuesday.
With the girls in preschool for 2 1/2 hours, it’s easier (and saves gas) if I just run from the church in town rather than drive home, run, and drive back. It’s a nice change in scenery and encourages me to vary my pace, which is good. As the wind blew, leaves trickled from the tree tops, gliding softly on the breeze and landing gently on the pavement where they were then stirred to a frenzy by passing cars. As the cars drove by, the leaves trailed behind them the way tin cans tied with string trail behind the cars of newlyweds.
The run was great. My knees didn’t hurt and I wonder if maybe the stroller is putting too much stress on them. The weather was perfect, maybe even a bit too warm, but I’m not complaining. At one point, on the busiest street in town, I tripped on the uneven sidewalk, but managed to catch myself before falling flat on my face. My face flamed with embarrassment, but then I quickly reminded myself that I don’t care if drivers laugh at me; at least no one honked!
This post inspired by Week in My Life hosted by Melissa @ Adventuroo.
*Note to Self*
Capture Monkey and Daddy playtime! Tonight I really goofed and didn’t take pictures or photos of their outside time together!