It has been three weeks of the fabulous liquid diet and we finally caught a break. The oral surgeon gave the go ahead for soft foods this week. The Jakester has been in heaven eating pasta, eggs, and whatever else he deems worthy of mashing between the crisscrossing rubber bands that hold his jaw together. My job title has thus changed from the Queen of the Blender to the Mistress of the Rubber bands. Everyday he is popping them off or breaking them in his wholehearted glee at the re-introduction to food.
I’ve found that with children, the only real constant is change. As soon as you catch sight of a prevailing pattern and snuggle down into a routine they grow or mature in some tiny way and the pattern is skewed. Then it’s time to adjust and learn the new pattern. Whenever I come up against a wall with him and we’re struggling I have to remember this. I’ll find myself raising my voice and wondering what's wrong? My angelic child disappeared, leaving me this wild unruly animal. Then, I’ll remember. It’s been about 4-5 months, time to change.
Lately, Jake has discovered adjectives. They all represent speed and size. At 3 ½, a boy is only interested in things being bigger and faster. I’m sure several women would venture to say that nothing really changes as they grow older, but I’m nearsighted so I’ll only judge from the little man I’m raising at the moment.
This morning,
“Did you find your shoes little man? We’ve got to go!” (There is a constant searching for shoes around our house and I am always running late.)
Silence radiates from the vicinity directly in front of the TV tuned to the Disney channel. I’m late and I have a child with TV coma to deal with now, great.
“TV’s off, go find your shoes!”
“Awww, Mawwmmmm!” Sarcastically laced whining emanates from my child. I was sure kids didn’t sound like that until their teens. I was wrong.
5 minutes pass, while I'm making breakfast, doing dishes, putting in laundry, emailing the office which client I'm visiting today. “Did you find your shoes?”
“No, momma, and I looked All Everywhere!”
I open the shoe closet, the last place I would have looked too. “Here they are.”
“Ahhhhh, I’m a silly Jake!” Where do they come up with these lines? Still, I'm smiling now.
Every car is Really Super Fast. Actually everything that moves is Really Super Fast.
“Look Mom, I built a really, super fast rocket ship!” “Look Mom, a really, super fast boat!!””Look Mom, a really, super fast……” Do you see a pattern?
I’ve found that with children, the only real constant is change. As soon as you catch sight of a prevailing pattern and snuggle down into a routine they grow or mature in some tiny way and the pattern is skewed. Then it’s time to adjust and learn the new pattern. Whenever I come up against a wall with him and we’re struggling I have to remember this. I’ll find myself raising my voice and wondering what's wrong? My angelic child disappeared, leaving me this wild unruly animal. Then, I’ll remember. It’s been about 4-5 months, time to change.
Lately, Jake has discovered adjectives. They all represent speed and size. At 3 ½, a boy is only interested in things being bigger and faster. I’m sure several women would venture to say that nothing really changes as they grow older, but I’m nearsighted so I’ll only judge from the little man I’m raising at the moment.
This morning,
“Did you find your shoes little man? We’ve got to go!” (There is a constant searching for shoes around our house and I am always running late.)
Silence radiates from the vicinity directly in front of the TV tuned to the Disney channel. I’m late and I have a child with TV coma to deal with now, great.
“TV’s off, go find your shoes!”
“Awww, Mawwmmmm!” Sarcastically laced whining emanates from my child. I was sure kids didn’t sound like that until their teens. I was wrong.
5 minutes pass, while I'm making breakfast, doing dishes, putting in laundry, emailing the office which client I'm visiting today. “Did you find your shoes?”
“No, momma, and I looked All Everywhere!”
I open the shoe closet, the last place I would have looked too. “Here they are.”
“Ahhhhh, I’m a silly Jake!” Where do they come up with these lines? Still, I'm smiling now.
Every car is Really Super Fast. Actually everything that moves is Really Super Fast.
“Look Mom, I built a really, super fast rocket ship!” “Look Mom, a really, super fast boat!!””Look Mom, a really, super fast……” Do you see a pattern?
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