Great thread!
I'll share yesterday evening's playful moment.
Dd got a bit wound up with her babysitter yesterday afternoon and really needed a physical outlet. She was starting to bounce off the walls; I was starting an internal dialogue that sounded a bit like this: "Gawd, I just want some peace tonight. I don't want to have to deal with one of her moods." (I'm pregnant and sleepy.) She, of course, was picking up on that and getting irritated herself. She was also hungry. But there wasn't much in the house to eat, so I kept putting her off, hoping she could wait till we got something better than another piece of toast with jam.
I needed to get her out the door so we could go grocery shopping when papa finished work. She resisted because I wasn't exactly doing things nicely -- stuff like, "Come on! Let's get going" in my grumpy, I-don't-want-to-do-this voice. I was putting on her shoes, kind of frowning and grabbing each foot and pulling it towards me to tie the laces. And in my head I was sympathizing with the poor kid, telling myself how she's tired, hungry -- nothing she can control, nothing I should be irritated at.
So, suddenly I just started this ridiculous laugh, the kind you do when you're a 9 year-old kid. Bwwaaahhhaa hhaa HAAA HAA. At first she didn't like it (she has issues about being laughed at -- long story). But then she started to giggle. I tickled her a bit, and she laughed. And then, because I was still feeling particularly tense, I started to play karate (she learned about this somehwere and thinks it's the funniest thing). So we started doing these karate chops and yelling karate chop! (not the usual fake Karate sounds that seem rather sterotypical/racist to me)
Anyway, we're a choppin and a kickin, and she's laughing and having fun. At one point, I had to pee before we left, so we started saying totally silly things like Karate Pee Pee Chop! (what kid doesn't love the peepee caca talk?)
Suddenly, she looked at me and said, "Mommy, this makes me so happy!"
And we continued playing karate down the stairs and outside in the driveway. By the time papa came to pick us up we were both cool & relaxed!
I'll share yesterday evening's playful moment.
Dd got a bit wound up with her babysitter yesterday afternoon and really needed a physical outlet. She was starting to bounce off the walls; I was starting an internal dialogue that sounded a bit like this: "Gawd, I just want some peace tonight. I don't want to have to deal with one of her moods." (I'm pregnant and sleepy.) She, of course, was picking up on that and getting irritated herself. She was also hungry. But there wasn't much in the house to eat, so I kept putting her off, hoping she could wait till we got something better than another piece of toast with jam.
I needed to get her out the door so we could go grocery shopping when papa finished work. She resisted because I wasn't exactly doing things nicely -- stuff like, "Come on! Let's get going" in my grumpy, I-don't-want-to-do-this voice. I was putting on her shoes, kind of frowning and grabbing each foot and pulling it towards me to tie the laces. And in my head I was sympathizing with the poor kid, telling myself how she's tired, hungry -- nothing she can control, nothing I should be irritated at.
So, suddenly I just started this ridiculous laugh, the kind you do when you're a 9 year-old kid. Bwwaaahhhaa hhaa HAAA HAA. At first she didn't like it (she has issues about being laughed at -- long story). But then she started to giggle. I tickled her a bit, and she laughed. And then, because I was still feeling particularly tense, I started to play karate (she learned about this somehwere and thinks it's the funniest thing). So we started doing these karate chops and yelling karate chop! (not the usual fake Karate sounds that seem rather sterotypical/racist to me)
Anyway, we're a choppin and a kickin, and she's laughing and having fun. At one point, I had to pee before we left, so we started saying totally silly things like Karate Pee Pee Chop! (what kid doesn't love the peepee caca talk?)
Suddenly, she looked at me and said, "Mommy, this makes me so happy!"
And we continued playing karate down the stairs and outside in the driveway. By the time papa came to pick us up we were both cool & relaxed!




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