"You may be angry but you may not scream."
"Malli. No. Screaming."
"Malli. Anna needs me. If you are going to keep screaming, you can sit here until you're finished."
"What's up Anna? Hey, sweet baby?"
(Remember the round, happy baby? Well, she's still round...)
"AAAAAaaaahhh." Malli, alone in the kitchen, is trailing off a bit.
"I know, honey. You like me to be in the same room, don't you?"
Quiet whimper from Anna. A cough from the kitchen, where Malli seems to have ceased with the glass-shattering.
Anna likes me in the same room, she likes to be on my lap, she likes my undivided attention while on said lap. This sharing of attention nonsense that's required at daycare? Completely and unutterably intolerable, in wee Anna's opinion. An opinion which she states, forcefully. And continually. And continuously. Naptime, of which she also disapproves, also demands vigorous opinion-expressing.
"Mah-wee? Gots poo."
"Good boy, Nigel, for telling me. Let's get rid of that stinky old diaper now."
"Yes, stinky. I'll just put Anna down first. Anna, lovie, I'm going to set you down so I can--"
"OW. Anna, let go of my hair. I'm going to change Nigel's diaper now."
And so it goes. So, if I'm not posting much for the next few days till we sort this out, you'll know why...
* She really IS getting the "be-angry-but-don't-scream" idea. Really. She used to scream for half an hour at a stretch when thwarted. Now it's a couple of minutes. It's just that screaming is still her default reaction to anger. One step at a time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ © 2006, Mary P