Thursday, October 1, 2009

Such a pain...

The Boy has been in his room since 9. It's 11. He's standing as his gate, yelling at us. We're not going to go in there yet; we're going to give him some time to work it out.

He's wily, though. He cries for a little while, then stops and listens for motion in the house. The Wife and I are sitting in the living room, having our first conversation of the week. We're pausing when he does, just to see what happens.

He had retreated to his bed for a little while, none too pleased about it. Now he's back at the gate. He's persistent, determined, stubborn, and intelligent. That's a dangerous combination. Or, to put it another way, he's a pain in the tushy.

He is my son, no doubt, but I don't know that I ever manipulated the situation like he does.

Now he's back in bed, but still loud. The Wife just wondered if music might make a difference, like it does Younger Bro. Not sure.


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1 comment:

The Reluctant Crunchy Mama said...

Interesting set of qualities...! Sometimes they make you smile. Sometimes they make you proud. And yet other times they drive you nuts! You guys are inspiring me with the gate thing, but I'm still not quite ready to do it, for whatever reason... So we continue getting crappy sleep and mommy's chest continues hurting... I let her nurse after 5am and she wants to nurse every hour after that... Back to your precious, determined son, I hope he gets the hint soon. Do you feel like it's getting better?