petra got her first, band-aid worthy, scraped knee today.
and we didn't notice until about ten minutes later. we are great parents. petra falls a lot. she gets excited, tries to go faster than her legs, and trips, like any other 1 yr old. so when she fell today, we picked her up, shushed her tears, and were on our way... it wasn't until we noticed a teeny amount of blood trickling down her leg that we realized she had actually hurt herself. yeup. we are great parents. poor dear. at least I was able to use those curious george band-aids I have been holding onto for almost a year... I am sure it made it all better, having a green monkey sticker on her leg. green monkey stickers count for a lot when your 1 and a half. hopefully about as much as your parents not noticing your scraped knee... sigh. I have been feeling some growing pains lately... parental growing pains. pita is growing both up and sassy. I have been finding myself just staring at her when she throws little fits wondering... "what is my best course of action here?" and never really quite knowing. she is her own little self. I eaves drop on other parents, and try to steal their techniques, but petra seems to work a little differently. or... maybe I just am behind. who knows. it just seems so strange that I am in this position. to actually be in the parenting part of being a parent. who knew that was part of the deal, right? this job just got a little more complicated. rules, discipline, teaching, reverence, learning, skills, obedience... where is she supposed to be? what should she know? how should she act? what can I realistically expect from her? she is fine. it's me I am worried about here. what do I know? I think someone didn't check my qualifications carefully enough... I really don't have this kind of experience.
ah, she is a lovable little lass though.
anybody know where I can mail-order some patience? maybe in bulk?
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I have got to second what you are saying... Just wait till she can actually talk.
When Weston was that young and throwing temper tantrums, I'd just ignore him. It almost always worked.
Good luck!
i feel your pain.
just wait till they are 4 and they are telling you they don't like being the only brown kid in the family. or wondering why you aren't married to their other daddy anymore. oh wait. that probably won't happen to you.
nevertheless.
i usually order my patience during my prayers. turns out it gets delivered pretty quickly sometimes.
good luck. i'm sure you're doing much better than you know.
i cant honestly say i dont know how you feel-- but you seem like a great mom--
if it makes you feel any better i am having real growing pains, yeah, in my legs, that means i'm growing again. danget. i'm already huge.
I definitely know how you feel! Olivia is always throwing fits and its hard not to get mad and frustrated with her. I'm trying to be better and ignore her, but it is so hard. The other day I had to lock myself in a room while she threw a tantrum, and after she stopped I got out and she was fine!
I love the George bandaids, Olivia loves george any time she sees him she says "George, George, monkey"
ava calls 'em "ouchie stickers" and asks for them any time she falls down. she even tries to fall down on purpose to try and get one. i tell her, "nope. only when there's blood".
a girlfriend of mine blogged about her daughter who just hit her terrible twos... she described it perfectly... "horribly horrific, terribly terrific."
when your patience has run out, just walk away for a minute and give yourself a moment... letting your daughter cry a few minutes while you gather yourself is much better than to immediately react when you've been worn thin. i continue to learn this every day. pray for patience... it really helps, too.
there hasn't been a day passed since owen started walking that he hasn't had SEVERAL visible brusies/scratches . he asks for bandaids daily.
bit of a difference between boys and girls it seems.
ooh so many great comments. praying huh... who woulda thought....
and yeah, poor owen. what a boy. do you remember how clark used to look like he was beaten he had so many bonks and bruises? That kid would climb on anything...
"green monkey stickers count for a lot when your 1 and a half." -- They count for a lot when you're 25 and a half too.
Having recently spent a bit of time with you, Jeff, and Petra, it honestly blows my mind how you guys do it. It just floors me to think how much time and energy and thought you guys have to devote to being parents. And not being one, it's hard for me to understand. One thing I have witnessed though, is that it's obvious that you and Jeff love Petra, and that you love each other. I think this is the greatest qualification, and far more valuable than any experience. And speaking of experience, you have the same parental experience of any other first-time parent: none. So at least your in good company, right?
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