Books are dangerous. They can fill your head with all sorts of ideas and stories...or they can bruise your nose. In this case I'm talking about the latter.
E's too smart for his own good lately. He's getting bored of his usual toys and he's starting to figure out our routines. Part of that means that he knows his bedtime routine well enough that he knows bedtime stories are just the last thing keeping him from food before bed. So he cries while we read.
Which is all why I was reading to him in the middle of the day yesterday. To try and outsmart him, and keep him from getting bored. We were reading BJ Novak's The Book With No Pictures, and E loved it. After we were looking at the cover because who needs pictures when you have black and white words? Black and white is exciting! So exciting, E decided he needed a closer look. By throwing himself forward off my lap into the hard cover.
Suddenly books weren't so much fun. Next time he cries while we read might be because he's rightfully scared of the book. Maybe we'll stick to soft covers for a little while. Either way, poor dude ended up with a sore face yesterday and needed some consoling and reassuring. Poor guy.
We've since recovered and have spent our time doing some less dangerous tasks, like trying swings for the first time. E's not so sure, though, and thinks they could use some seatbelts and padding.
#SafetyFirst
I don’t think it’s a secret that life has been hard for us lately. Really hard.
It’s not that we didn’t expect life with 3 small children to be difficult, but I think in my mind it was going to get easier when the youngest hit 18 months (which granted she’s not quite yet), and in early January we realized it felt like NOTHING was even getting close to better. In fact the past 6 months have felt the hardest we’ve ever had as parents, which is saying a lot.
I think we did okay the first year of having 3, but then everything started to change and it all chipped away at our equilibrium bit by bit. Work called us both back into the office, which directly took away time from our day to do things like laundry, or clean, or cook meals. And then sleep got worse. Our wonderful sleepers suddenly weren’t sleeping like they used to. Sickness hit over and over again, too. We went from having children in one school to two. The baby started walking and got older and her siblings saw her solely as a person who messes up their toys. Winter hit and we couldn’t go outside as much.