Like many bloggers, I’ve used my inability to predict, understand or control the actions and thoughts of the bundle of excitement that is our 2.5yo daughter as a rich source of material to write about. Writing about my parental failure has allowed me to laugh at the times that instead be cause for frustration and reading other writers trials and tribulations has reminded me that other people are in the same boat as me or (I have admit it, even better) that some people have it much worse.
So unusually for this blog I have a story to tell about everything working out… fine. This post is here to remind me that occasionally, it all just works and those occasions are worth hanging in there for.
By 10:30am last Sunday we had woken, eaten and showered. We had split into teams, one in charge of hunting and gathering groceries for the week, the other responsible for entertaining miss 2.5 with scissors, paper and stickers. I got the scissors role, a minor promotion for me which quickly turned into a pants design session. (If you haven’t got the book I highly recommend it).
We’d wrapped presents (obviously we is my wife as I do not possess the fine motor skills necessary to do such tasks) and put on a frilly, twirly party dress (not actually me either) before getting into the car and driving to a first birthday party.
Apart from the smug glow that comes from actually arriving somewhere within 15 minutes of the the start time the party was being held at an amazing park 10 minutes from our house that we never knew existed. If the day ended right then and there we were ahead.
Parties are usually a bit dicey with us. Miss 2.5 historically needs a lot of watching and although good around children she knows, tends to be a bit overwhelmed around mass gangs of hyped-up kids. This day was different. My little girl has grown up just that little bit more and instead of clinging to mum or dad she happily found the bigger girl she knows and joined in with the party games. She ate cake pops (now that’s a Nobel prize in the making), chocolate and lollies and, unlike our imagined worst case scenarios, did not turn into a crazed, frothing sugar addict but rather just kept on enjoying her self.
We left at the end of the party without tears, weeing in the car seat or screaming the whole way home. We got back in the house and played for a while and before off she went for quiet time. Now seasoned readers of this blog will know that sleep is a mighty foe in the illiterate household and this day was no exception. She screamed and yelled for a good 40 minutes before settling down to talk to teddy and read her books gaining no sleep at throughout the howl process.
“So where’s the bit where it all works” you ask… well during this episode of banshee-like screaming, Mrs Illiterate Infant let me have an afternoon kip and I slept through the whole thing!
If your still with me after my session of gloating you should be asking “what’s the point of this post” (and how did you score the afternoon kip). As I said at the start, sometimes when you least expect it all just works and you have a good day (or three quarters of it – Miss 2.5 was a nightmarish combination of hunger and fatigue at dinner time) and on these days you realise that the stuff you think you know about your little one(s) has probably changed and needs to be updated.
So, has it just worked for you lately? When did you last have your preconceptions proved wrong and what do you do differently because of it.
Cheers to Kelly over at http://www.handmadetearsandtriumphs.com that gave me the idea to write this with her update about her weekend’s festivities and cheers to my good Swiss mate for a great morning.
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