Thursday evening we were met with what we knew was coming, but still dreaded it anyway... the flipping of construction on Seven Mile, meaning the road will be torn up on our side. It's a good 4-foot steep ramp we have to make it up to go from the newly paved road onto the old paved road (they've dropped the height considerably). Our own street is blocked off, so we have to navigate through the neighborhood - not bad, but when everyone else is funneled into 2 streets it gets hectic. Anyhoo... it's the last of the inconvenience.
Roman is becoming more and more like his Mama every day. His temper... he sealed it for me this evening when he threw an absolute temper tantrum when we ended his bath early (even though he knew why - he dumped a cupful of water onto the floor). He was thrashing around, screaming, kicking, just carrying on. I dumped him in his room to let him calm down. After it got quiet, I opened the door - and he was in a fantastic mood, putting his pirate eyepatch on and going through his toybox. I was so angry at first, but then.... wait. I was exactly the same way. I had (and still do!) such a short temper that I would carry on the same way Roman did - slam doors, kick, scream... and then I was fine. Once I got all that anger out, I was done. Issue over, no big thing, let's move on! I could never figure out why my parents continued to be so angry.
So this is the test God has given me. I have "the curse" - I have a child JUST LIKE ME. Luckily, I am still quite in touch with my anger of the younger years, so hopefully I can translate to Doug how to best handle Roman. Thankfully he doesn't have these tantrums very often - maybe even a couple times a week is all - but it's all about control. Oh, man, are we in for a ride.
Roman also loves to repeat everything. He picked up one thing we had hoped to never teach him - he heard it from a Thomas video, of all things. And that is "stupid." One of the engines says "stupid bird" as it passes by. And Roman has said it about a billion times today. He finally got a time out for it after we told him to stop 999,999,999 times. I suppose we should be a little more forceful in our discipline.
Roman also was flossed for the first time today. We only got in between about 6 teeth, they're so close together. But we tried, and we'll try again tomorrow. He also was babysat by Miss Katie this afternoon while we went to listen to a pitch for a "resort campground" near Howell. If we didn't camp anywhere else ever it would be nice. But we have 3-4 places we are starting to put into rotation (Family Camp, Frankenmuth, Holly for the Ren Fest, and probably Sleeper for the Cheeseburger in Caseville Festival) and just can't see putting a membership into use. It really was a neat place, though, and only 45 minutes away. That'd be nice.
Anyway... a second child would be nice, too, while we're spending money. And a garage, and....
Roman is becoming more and more like his Mama every day. His temper... he sealed it for me this evening when he threw an absolute temper tantrum when we ended his bath early (even though he knew why - he dumped a cupful of water onto the floor). He was thrashing around, screaming, kicking, just carrying on. I dumped him in his room to let him calm down. After it got quiet, I opened the door - and he was in a fantastic mood, putting his pirate eyepatch on and going through his toybox. I was so angry at first, but then.... wait. I was exactly the same way. I had (and still do!) such a short temper that I would carry on the same way Roman did - slam doors, kick, scream... and then I was fine. Once I got all that anger out, I was done. Issue over, no big thing, let's move on! I could never figure out why my parents continued to be so angry.
So this is the test God has given me. I have "the curse" - I have a child JUST LIKE ME. Luckily, I am still quite in touch with my anger of the younger years, so hopefully I can translate to Doug how to best handle Roman. Thankfully he doesn't have these tantrums very often - maybe even a couple times a week is all - but it's all about control. Oh, man, are we in for a ride.
Roman also loves to repeat everything. He picked up one thing we had hoped to never teach him - he heard it from a Thomas video, of all things. And that is "stupid." One of the engines says "stupid bird" as it passes by. And Roman has said it about a billion times today. He finally got a time out for it after we told him to stop 999,999,999 times. I suppose we should be a little more forceful in our discipline.
Roman also was flossed for the first time today. We only got in between about 6 teeth, they're so close together. But we tried, and we'll try again tomorrow. He also was babysat by Miss Katie this afternoon while we went to listen to a pitch for a "resort campground" near Howell. If we didn't camp anywhere else ever it would be nice. But we have 3-4 places we are starting to put into rotation (Family Camp, Frankenmuth, Holly for the Ren Fest, and probably Sleeper for the Cheeseburger in Caseville Festival) and just can't see putting a membership into use. It really was a neat place, though, and only 45 minutes away. That'd be nice.
Anyway... a second child would be nice, too, while we're spending money. And a garage, and....
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