Hi blog. I really have nothing interesting to talk about. But I guess that's never stopped me before, soooo...
Do you remember Ike's whole HUGANNAKISSANNAHIGHFIVE goodbye song-and-dance/separation strategy thing?
(Aside: Yes, my 3 year old talks in CAPSLOCKNOSPACEBAR. So does yours, I bet.)
Last week, that abruptly backfired on us and dropping him off at school once again became A Whole Thing, With Drama, Lots of Tears, Tiring, as Ike would demand one full round of HUGANNAKISSANNAHIGHFIVE after another, and yet never seem satisfied or ready for us to leave. Eventually we'd just have to peel him off our bodies, get in the car and drive off while he sobbed.
We appear to have stumbled on a new solution, which is the Return of the Robot Backpack. We'd stopped sending the backpack in to school because Ike's Robot Lunchbox is exactly the same size, because I ordered them online and had no sense of scale and/or forgot to check the product dimensions. It quickly felt like overkill to mash the lunchbox (which typically only has half of a sandwich and a wee portion of fruit tumbling around inside) inside the backpack every morning just so Ike can have shoulder straps and maaaaaybe a centimeter of additional cargo room.
On Monday I managed (after much grunting, indignity) to cram both the lunchbox and a new pair of "inside shoes" into the backback — the children at Ike's school change their shoes upon arrival, all Mister-Rogers-like, and Ike had apparently outgrown his like, a month ago probably, whoops — and suddenly Ike was not only fine with getting out of the car, he couldn't WAIT. There was no TIME for HUGANNAKISSANNAHIGHFIVE, Mom, he had to GO. See the backpack? I am a super busy preschooler with many important things to do. Like get inside and change my shoes.
So now, Ike happily hops out of the car without even a look back. No hug, orra kiss, orra high five. Okay, I guess. FINE. BE HAPPY AND SELF-ASSURED AND INDEPENDENT. SEE IF I CARE.
Three whole days in a row! Which means forever and ever and problem permanently solved, I'm sure!
I am definitely nailing this parenting thing, if by "nailing" you mean "swinging a sledgehammer at a thumbtack while blindfolded."
(Not counting the time I almost lost him in the ball pit at a birthday party this weekend.)
(He was fine. He actually seemed to find this enjoyable. Although not as enjoyable as I found the moment when the "Everything is Awesome"/LEGO Movie song started to play, watching nearly two dozen 3 and 4 year olds all freeze for a split second to confirm what they were hearing, right before collectively losing their shit and running around all, OMG BECKY THIS IS MAH JAAA-AAAAA-AAAM!!!!)