September 28, 2004
After yesterday's little nervous breakdown, Keith and I sat down and discussed what we can do to make things better. The first, most obvious thing, is that we need to get Zeke some more physical activity, i.e. "running-around time". So today, as soon as Keith got home from work, I piled the kids in the car, and we went to the playground for an hour. Zeke slid down slides, swung on swings, played in the giant sandbox, made some new friends, and in general had a pretty good time. I only had to tell him to stop throwing sand a couple of times, and all the other kids were doing it too, so it really wasn't that bad.
The next thing is that we're definitely going to find a preschool for him, preferably a part-time preschool. We always said that around the time he turned 3, we wanted to put him in preschool, and that time is almost upon us (yikes!), and Keith thinks I shouldn't feel bad about it. To be honest, I really don't; what I felt bad about was all the yelling and feeling like an inadequate mom. Going to the playground today actually helped quite a lot, believe it or not. One really good experience goes a long way toward wiping out the effects of the bad experiences, if that makes sense. Anyway, I called some local preschools today to set up times to go check them out. One is a Montessori school, which should be interesting.
The last thing is that Keith told me I should never feel afraid to ask him to watch both the kids while I go chill at Cup O' Joe or the library or wherever, by myself for awhile. I think that would really help, especially right now when I have both kids all day long by myself.
So, to summarize, yesterday really sucked, but we have a game plan, and I'm feeling much better now.
Cute Zeke story of the day: At the playground, I was pushing him on the swings, and he kept saying, "Higher! Higher," and then when I was pushing him as high as I could, he said, "I flying with the birds now!" I had Stazi in the baby sling, and when she saw Zeke swinging back and forth, she started giggling hysterically. I guess it tickled her 8-month-old sense of humor.
Posted by Jan at September 28, 2004 3:23 PM
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I have to say, one of the not-so-minor pleasures in reading these bulletins is the passing mention of a supportive husband. 'he patted my shoulder & made me a sandwich cause I looked like I needed it' et cetera I think he turned out okay...He must have learned from his parents mistakes!
As for you being inadequate, no one can do it all, all the time, I think both of you are terrific parents, and a good team as well.You've coped with too many moves in less than a year,job-hunting & babies. Just living with kids is stressful as well as rewarding, & we all have off days. You're entitled.
Posted by: Morrie at September 29, 2004 4:17 PM