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My 9 month old has mastered leaning back against my arm and tipping his head back when I rinse his hair so as not to get water in his eyes. This still eludes my 3 year old.
I mean, I guess I can see it. Leaning back, trusting me to hold him up, keeping his eyes closed - that’s kind of a trust exercise, right? Mama could do anything! Mama could shove walruses up his nose! An innocent toddler could be sitting there in the bath squeezing his eyes shut and suddenly - walruses! In the nose! Much better apparently to freak out for maximum splashing and cry the entire time.
So yeah, I have a 3 year old now. Dear God, kid birthday parties are a pain in the ass. You do have to invite either no daycare kids or all the daycare kids. And you have to give them all presents because apparently the under 3 feet crowd is easily confused with hobbits. And sure, you buy like some bubbles and some cheap plastic crap, but you invite 20 kids and suddenly that adds up.
In the end it was a successful party though. We had it in the park. Arrival went like this:
1) Kid and at least one parent show up
2) Kid begins silently, grimly clinging to parent’s leg
3) Parent apologetically swears that kid was very excited just a second ago and was talking about the party all the way there
4) Kid cannot be dislodged for 5 or 10 minutes, despite offers of tempting balls to kick or hit with a bat, snacks, a kite, or friends
5) Kid tentatively goes after a ball
6) Kid becomes a blur of motion that periodically slows into focus to ask for a cupcake. This lasts for the rest of the party
Invariable process. We had very few meltdowns, and I think the Junebug had a good time, so: win.
Daycare is closed this week. Mom came to visit this week to help out. The Junebug adores her, so, you know, that’s great. If you’re on Twitter, you already heard this, but: now I get to hear the stories of how when she was a new mom, my dad’s mom came to visit, and what a pain in the ass she was. And I knew my Abuelita Y was a character, but damn.
Apparently Abuelita Y did this EC thing where she always put my dad on the potty while she nursed him? Which![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rightkindofme says she did too, so it must be possible, but frankly I have a hard time visualizing it and would like some diagrams. Anyway, it seems Abuelita came to visit and harassed my mom until she tried it but OH MY GOD NO. She also decided to get up in my mom’s business about how much money they were ~wasting~ on the laundromat - since they didn’t have a washer - and she made my mom wash all our clothes by hand in the tub while she was there. Apparently Abuelita helpfully held baby me while my mom was doing this.
So I’ve got it easy, really.
I mean, I guess I can see it. Leaning back, trusting me to hold him up, keeping his eyes closed - that’s kind of a trust exercise, right? Mama could do anything! Mama could shove walruses up his nose! An innocent toddler could be sitting there in the bath squeezing his eyes shut and suddenly - walruses! In the nose! Much better apparently to freak out for maximum splashing and cry the entire time.
So yeah, I have a 3 year old now. Dear God, kid birthday parties are a pain in the ass. You do have to invite either no daycare kids or all the daycare kids. And you have to give them all presents because apparently the under 3 feet crowd is easily confused with hobbits. And sure, you buy like some bubbles and some cheap plastic crap, but you invite 20 kids and suddenly that adds up.
In the end it was a successful party though. We had it in the park. Arrival went like this:
1) Kid and at least one parent show up
2) Kid begins silently, grimly clinging to parent’s leg
3) Parent apologetically swears that kid was very excited just a second ago and was talking about the party all the way there
4) Kid cannot be dislodged for 5 or 10 minutes, despite offers of tempting balls to kick or hit with a bat, snacks, a kite, or friends
5) Kid tentatively goes after a ball
6) Kid becomes a blur of motion that periodically slows into focus to ask for a cupcake. This lasts for the rest of the party
Invariable process. We had very few meltdowns, and I think the Junebug had a good time, so: win.
Daycare is closed this week. Mom came to visit this week to help out. The Junebug adores her, so, you know, that’s great. If you’re on Twitter, you already heard this, but: now I get to hear the stories of how when she was a new mom, my dad’s mom came to visit, and what a pain in the ass she was. And I knew my Abuelita Y was a character, but damn.
Apparently Abuelita Y did this EC thing where she always put my dad on the potty while she nursed him? Which
rightkindofme says she did too, so it must be possible, but frankly I have a hard time visualizing it and would like some diagrams. Anyway, it seems Abuelita came to visit and harassed my mom until she tried it but OH MY GOD NO. She also decided to get up in my mom’s business about how much money they were ~wasting~ on the laundromat - since they didn’t have a washer - and she made my mom wash all our clothes by hand in the tub while she was there. Apparently Abuelita helpfully held baby me while my mom was doing this.So I’ve got it easy, really.
