Yesterday, Hazel lost her beloved puppy. She left it at the playground (I think) and when we looked for it later, it was gone.
Today we went to IKEA and got her a new one (two, actually).
I posted before about anger. This is what I am trying with Oliver and Hazel, to help them manage their emotions in a healthy way. Anger is normal for everyone, but it is my job to teach my kids how to appropriately deal with intense emotions.
It isn’t okay to hurt other people, or themselves when they are angry. They also shouldn’t destroy their stuff, because later they would regret it.
So, the punching pillow. A natural inclination for my kids (and for me too) is to want to physically vent anger. I realize this probably isn’t the best, but it is what it is. Some people get a punching bag, some people go work out. My kids now have a similar outlet-their punching pillow.
Oliver and I talke about the things he wants to do when he is angry, and we wrote them all on the pillowcase. Now, if he gets mad, I can direct him to the pillow until he has spent the physical, overwhelming portion of his anger, before he is capable of talking calmly about it.
We will see how it works out. In the meantime, we have an angry pillow.
I get emails from various places talking about child development that are supposed to be geared towards the kids’ ages.
As Oliver has gotten older, they’ve become less and less in line with what he’s doing. It’s always felt like I was getting emails that said, “Your child is probably skipping all over the block, doing math problems while blowing bubbles. Encourage this behavior and make sure that you’re implementing algebraic equations into your play time.” And when I got these emails, Oliver wasn’t even able to walk yet.
But today I got one that said the following:
By 30 months, your child can name a few body parts, some colors, and even a friend or two. Her memory and speaking ability work in tandem. Help out by expanding on what she says. If she says, “Dog sleep,” you might say, “Yes, Spot is curled up and fast asleep in his doggie bed.” She can’t imitate your complex language patterns yet, but her brain is absorbing them. Every time you repeat her words or expand on them, you’re giving her memory practice.
Well, all I have to say is that at 30 months, my child knows most of his body parts (and some choice ones of his sister’s!), most colors, and more friends’ names than we stay in contact with, as well as the names of ALL of the Thomas the Tank Engine characters. He also does talk about things sleeping (mostly Thomas trains), and will play imaginatively with them, putting some of them down to nap [Aside: how cute is that?!] while others keep pushing the coaches or the freight trains.
So, my son is finally ahead of the curve, and I officially have decided that he’s a child genius.
For the first time ever, Oliver played a premeditated trick on me! We were roughhousing around, and he was running into me and I was pretending to get knocked over, pulling him with me and tickling him. After one of these times, he said, “I go get Thomas.” He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye, but I didn’t realize anything was wrong.
Then he got up, and ran out of the room… but immediately turned around, and cackled as he ran back at me yelling, “I knock you OVER!”
How much fun can my kids be, really? Maybe it’s just me, but this seems like a big cognitive development.