So Far, So Good
Thanks, everyone, for the kind words of encouragement. I know this week won't be representative of the vast number of future stay-at-home weeks ahead of me; and actually, running the show by myself hasn't been as bad as I'd feared. I do miss Jeff, though, and not just for the co-parenting benefits!
A few amusing things happened this week. First, Sean has decided that naps are, like, so five minutes ago. Isn't it ironic (in the Alanis Morissette interpretation of the word -- that is, probably not truly ironic, but you know what I mean) that this decision has roughly coincided with my staying at home? He may not need naptime, but I certainly do. We'll have to work out some compromise wherein he spends his sister's naptime doing something a little quieter than run around shouting "I'm a freight engine!"
Second, Allison is starting to string together words into sentence. Upon noticing her reflection in the bathtub fixtures, she leans in close, smiles, points, and says "Allie! There Allie! Hi, Allie!" She also says "Allie down" or "Allie eat" or "Allie swing". I find this third-person self-address just too cute for words.
Third, and perhaps less amusing, is Sean's recent adoption of what I call the hard-sell approach to negotiation. If he wants something, he simply asks for it over and over and over again until he gets the desired response, or even if he doesn't. So, for example, he'll repeat "I want to watch the Thomas video, Mommy" about 20 times in a row (I counted once), completely undaunted by my response: "No, Sean, and please stop asking me."
Come to think of it, this is actually one of the most annoying things he has ever done. He just. won't. stop. My threshold for ignoring behavior like this is pretty high, but he's starting to wear me down.
When Sean turned 2, my sister Beth mentioned that for her kids, the threes were much more terrible than the mythic twos. I think I'm starting to agree with her.
But then again, he still gives the best hugs in the world, so I guess it all evens out.