Sawyer's new trick is, when he doesn't get his own way, to burst into tears and race into David's office, slamming the door behind him. We basically ignore the whole thing (while inwardly admiring his dramatic flair). The other day, though, David went in to talk to him and he said that Mommy didn't like him anymore because I yelled at him. And then I had to explain that Mommy will always love him, but it seems that when I ask him to stop something, nicely and politely, he won't until I get frustrated and yell at him. So now, when I ask him to stop and he doesn't, I say, does Mommy have to yell? And that is working. For now.
But I digress. Yesterday, Sawyer had preschool. It was the last day of the summer session. He had his face painted like a monster, which he was pretty excited about. He was a little bit wound up but, I could tell by the whining, tired.
After Sage went down for her nap at 1 p.m., I told Sawyer he'd have to do quiet time. This meant he could stay downstairs, but we weren't watching TV. I wasn't going to talk with him or take care of him. I needed Mommy break time.
He begged me to read him a book, so I told him no, I would read to him after quiet time. He did the whole running-into-Daddy's-office thing. I of course felt bad, so after about two minutes, I went in. And this is what I found..
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