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Do you ever have those moments where you know you shouldn't be laughing at what your kid just did, but you do anyway?
My kids are little, so I just had my first moment today.
Meghan & Micaiah are just now getting to the point where they can understand a range of basic commands (go get the diaper, give that to mama, don't touch that, put it in the basket, etc.). Very few discipline battles as yet.
They also need to gain more weight, so we plopped down on the kitchen floor today for a quick snack of steak fries between meals. Micaiah really wasn't hungry, so he'd put a fry in his mouth, take it back out, and then throw it across the floor. I told him, "Don't throw it," but he did it again - and again. I finally got him to stop, but then he started setting the fries on the floor and looking at me to see if I'd get mad. I figured that was acceptable (it's not like I'd provided him with a plate), so I didn't say anything about it.
So next he picked up a fry, scooted himself over to the dog crate (empty), set the fry inside, and closed the door. I was busy with Meghan, so I only saw this out of the corner of my eye. What I did see was Micaiah turning around to check if that was ok. It wasn't. He could see I was trying to decide how to respond, so he immediately broke into a VERY ornery, self-satisfied grin. That little buster knew he was getting around my "rule!" I busted up - couldn't help it! He was so cute, and so proud of himself.
This is just the beginning, I know. My kids are going to learn how to work my sense of humor, and I can see already that they'll grow up spoiled! Please tell me there is hope for us!
My kids are little, so I just had my first moment today.
Meghan & Micaiah are just now getting to the point where they can understand a range of basic commands (go get the diaper, give that to mama, don't touch that, put it in the basket, etc.). Very few discipline battles as yet.
They also need to gain more weight, so we plopped down on the kitchen floor today for a quick snack of steak fries between meals. Micaiah really wasn't hungry, so he'd put a fry in his mouth, take it back out, and then throw it across the floor. I told him, "Don't throw it," but he did it again - and again. I finally got him to stop, but then he started setting the fries on the floor and looking at me to see if I'd get mad. I figured that was acceptable (it's not like I'd provided him with a plate), so I didn't say anything about it.
So next he picked up a fry, scooted himself over to the dog crate (empty), set the fry inside, and closed the door. I was busy with Meghan, so I only saw this out of the corner of my eye. What I did see was Micaiah turning around to check if that was ok. It wasn't. He could see I was trying to decide how to respond, so he immediately broke into a VERY ornery, self-satisfied grin. That little buster knew he was getting around my "rule!" I busted up - couldn't help it! He was so cute, and so proud of himself.
This is just the beginning, I know. My kids are going to learn how to work my sense of humor, and I can see already that they'll grow up spoiled! Please tell me there is hope for us!
He's just so cute when he stomps off indignantly-- all 35 pounds of him. He stomps AND pumps his arms... It's so cute. I shouldn't laugh, but sometimes I can't help it.
Sometimes funny, sometimes maddening.
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