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I just went to time.gov because I had no flipping clue what actual time it was. I think I might be the only person in the world that is completely unable to comprehend what daylight savings time changes do to the actual time. Spring forward, fall back my butt. I can never remember whether that means we have more daylight in the evening or in the morning or what time it "really" is or whatever. I am finally outing myself as being dumb at time.
Also, I am unsleepy but the clock says it is bedtime. Stupid clock.
We were away for the weekend and it was nice, but it is good to be home. There's never enough time to actually do all the things we plan on doing, somehow, when we go visit my parents. I'm supposed to teach my dad how to transfer pictures from their camera to their computer but we never manage to make time for it. Evelyn got to play outside a lot, which she enjoyed. She got really dirty and I began dreading the summer a little bit. She's totally going to want to stay outside and I really rather hate being outside in the dirt and heat and with the bugs. I mean, it's nice for a little while but then I'm done. Sorry, nature.
Speaking of... well, apologizing to nature. I feel I must apologize to the environment for a recent crime upon conservationism. I may or may not have let my child stand on a chair at the kitchen sink last week for forty minutes, playing with running water. It was a tiny stream but still. FORTY MINUTES. I felt really guilty but not enough to make her stop. She has enjoyed doing that on a few different occasions lately, but I fear she is no longer allowed to do that because she freaks out when we finally make her stop. And obviously, we are not trying to let her play for just three minutes and then dragging her away to the coal mines. I mean, forty minutes, people. Anyway, The last time, she had one of the biggest fits of her life, which she lovingly demonstrated for not just us, but also my parents. We were trying to sit down for dinner and she just fell to pieces on the kitchen floor. There was screaming, there was crying, there were great big tears running down her face. I had been trying to put her in her high chair, and she was stiffening her little body up and really giving it her all. It was rather incredible, really. I normally go with the "ignore a tantrum" theory of parenting, but I was also not really wanting to look mean in front of my mom, so I was glad when she tossed me that very piece of parenting advice, and so I just kind of walked away and started getting plates out of the cabinet. She eventually calmed down and all was well, but she lost her sink privileges for the time being.
... but it's kind of hard to be so very callous about it. She LOVES to play in the sink. I mean, it's completely unreal how much she likes it. She likes to fill up little cups or bottle lids and pour them into the other sink, and take little sips from her cups, and run her hands under the water and watch it splash around. But the fits when it's time to stop! Reasoning with her doesn't help. She ends up soaking wet and freezing cold, so even if I weren't worried about the environment or my water bill, I can't just let her stand there all day. So I feel really bad about not letting her do it anymore but what else am I supposed to do? Schedule sink time for 3:00-3:30, and tantrum time from 3:30-4:00? Hardly. It was a little bit awesome, though, the day after the royal fit when I told her that she was not allowed to play in the sink. She threw herself down in preparation for another tantrum, so I sat down with her a second and made her look at me long enough to explain to her that she wasn't allowed to play in the sink and how she threw too much of a fit when it was time to stop to let her do it anymore. After a few seconds, she stopped crying and said, "sowwy!" Awww. I had to physically restrain myself from rushing off to drag a chair over to the sink right then and there, but you will be proud to know that I controlled myself. Barely.
Anyway, I guess I'd better go to bed whether or not I want to. Bah.
Also, I am unsleepy but the clock says it is bedtime. Stupid clock.
We were away for the weekend and it was nice, but it is good to be home. There's never enough time to actually do all the things we plan on doing, somehow, when we go visit my parents. I'm supposed to teach my dad how to transfer pictures from their camera to their computer but we never manage to make time for it. Evelyn got to play outside a lot, which she enjoyed. She got really dirty and I began dreading the summer a little bit. She's totally going to want to stay outside and I really rather hate being outside in the dirt and heat and with the bugs. I mean, it's nice for a little while but then I'm done. Sorry, nature.
Speaking of... well, apologizing to nature. I feel I must apologize to the environment for a recent crime upon conservationism. I may or may not have let my child stand on a chair at the kitchen sink last week for forty minutes, playing with running water. It was a tiny stream but still. FORTY MINUTES. I felt really guilty but not enough to make her stop. She has enjoyed doing that on a few different occasions lately, but I fear she is no longer allowed to do that because she freaks out when we finally make her stop. And obviously, we are not trying to let her play for just three minutes and then dragging her away to the coal mines. I mean, forty minutes, people. Anyway, The last time, she had one of the biggest fits of her life, which she lovingly demonstrated for not just us, but also my parents. We were trying to sit down for dinner and she just fell to pieces on the kitchen floor. There was screaming, there was crying, there were great big tears running down her face. I had been trying to put her in her high chair, and she was stiffening her little body up and really giving it her all. It was rather incredible, really. I normally go with the "ignore a tantrum" theory of parenting, but I was also not really wanting to look mean in front of my mom, so I was glad when she tossed me that very piece of parenting advice, and so I just kind of walked away and started getting plates out of the cabinet. She eventually calmed down and all was well, but she lost her sink privileges for the time being.
... but it's kind of hard to be so very callous about it. She LOVES to play in the sink. I mean, it's completely unreal how much she likes it. She likes to fill up little cups or bottle lids and pour them into the other sink, and take little sips from her cups, and run her hands under the water and watch it splash around. But the fits when it's time to stop! Reasoning with her doesn't help. She ends up soaking wet and freezing cold, so even if I weren't worried about the environment or my water bill, I can't just let her stand there all day. So I feel really bad about not letting her do it anymore but what else am I supposed to do? Schedule sink time for 3:00-3:30, and tantrum time from 3:30-4:00? Hardly. It was a little bit awesome, though, the day after the royal fit when I told her that she was not allowed to play in the sink. She threw herself down in preparation for another tantrum, so I sat down with her a second and made her look at me long enough to explain to her that she wasn't allowed to play in the sink and how she threw too much of a fit when it was time to stop to let her do it anymore. After a few seconds, she stopped crying and said, "sowwy!" Awww. I had to physically restrain myself from rushing off to drag a chair over to the sink right then and there, but you will be proud to know that I controlled myself. Barely.
Anyway, I guess I'd better go to bed whether or not I want to. Bah.
