Tuesday November 24, 2009
It’s official.
I am so having a girl next time (like I have a choice, ahem). You know, one of those docile, croon to your doll kind of girls.
The boys did reasonably well yesterday. It wasn’t like it was all adorable sitting in the back seat of the car kind of stuff; but overall, the cute moments and the bad moments sort of balanced each other out. This is to be considered exceptional since Adam and Zachary used to walk into the same room and immediately things fell apart and stayed apart. (Here is where if I weren’t one of the moms I would comment about how hard they have worked at helping the boys to learn how to play nicely together in spite of their personality clash; but since that would be bragging I’ll just let you read between the lines.)
They must have all three had a midnight snack of testosterone. Zachary woke the crowd at 7:30 by screaming because he threw up. I have no idea why. I think he’s allergic to testosterone. I gave him one dose of emetrol and in ten minutes he was fine. When he wanted cereal, I made toast. He’s been bouncing like normal ever since.
Every minute things seemed to escalate. Adam tried to boss the life out of Zachary and deliberately played with toys he knew Zachary wanted. Zachary responded by grabbing and if that didn’t work or he couldn’t reach it, hammering Adam on the head or kicking him, whichever seemed more convenient.
For awhile (something like five minutes), they sat on top of the sofa and had a construction site until a fight broke out because Adam said they were building a house and Zachary said he was building a store and Adam was furious because for once he met someone who doesn’t instantaneously think all his ideas are so cool. I think this is a very good thing.
By 10:30 the boys were all hungry so we had lunch at eleven. Meanwhile, there was about the thirteenth argument going on about Grammie because Zachary insists that Grammie is HIS grammie and his alone and Adam loudly disputes this fact. It is one I have yet been unable to resolve in spite of many generational explanations. How do you explain that? I just hope Grammie feels appropriately adored.
After lunch it was finally nice enough to go outside so I geared everyone up in shoes and jackets and things took a tremendous swing upwards. I went inside to work on the dishes and when I next glanced out I saw Adam and Zachary neck to neck, pinching and screaming. A short time out and apologies later they ran out the door like best friends and I went to finish the dishes. And when I looked out because the noises were just so happy I saw Adam repeatedly slamming his truck into the charcoal, Zachary pulling leaves off my hydrangea and throwing them over the railing, and Liam digging around in the potting soil. At that point we abruptly came in to pick up toys and have storytime for an early nap.
Many, many stories later we were having “a little bednight snack” as Adam calls them and Adam was beginning to pester Zachary again. Before I could say anything a little voice said, “Adam, give me some space.” And then we went upstairs and Zachary was afraid of going down the “very big mountain” (steps) so he said, “Adam, could you go get teddy for me, please?” (I think Adam should go to Christy’s house for a month. I want to know how to grow a polite child instead of a demanding one.) And suddenly things were much calmer and they are now trying to fall asleep.
But yeah, I think I vote girl next time. Tell me they don’t act like that.