The best-laid schemes o' mice an men


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Princesses and Ballerinas

**Another unfinished/unpublished draft post I’ve re-worked.

Curly sits in the back of the car crying. She’s devastated. I’ve decided not to be ‘Anna’, and for now, on this short shopping trip to IGA, I want to call Curly by her real name, not ‘Elsa’. And I’m sure when Immy is old enough to understand, she’ll also object to being called ‘Olaf’.

Twenty minutes later as we pull back up to the house and walk inside, out comes the ‘swishy’ dress and cape, and Curly is once again yelling at the top of her lungs…”let the storm rage ONNNN!”.

Fast forward one year later… Continue reading

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Tantrums

**This is an older post I forgot to publish! Curly is now 4.5 and I see that pre-frontal cortex development making strides in emotional regulation :). Time to practice what I preach with number 2.

You know when number 1 comes along, and everyone wants to give you advice? I was like, “butt out, I’ve got this, I’ll work it out on my own thanks!” or maybe that was just me. Now? Number 1 is  3.5 and I’ll sidle up to strangers if there’s a chance for some free parenting 101. I thought I’d prepared her well with boundaries and consequences…but nothing quite prepared me for being screamed at by a little red face with clenched fists, “NO! NO! NO!” Continue reading