Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Passing the Baton

The last few weeks before Wyatt returned to school were umm, dicey, let's say. But the final days were remarkably pleasant, I think due to the fact that we all saw our future on the horizon. Indeed, Wyatt loves his new school. He loves it so much that he cried on his way home Monday and, when I finally figured out why, it was because he just wanted more time with his new friends. He has also asked me if Kindergarteners get to stay at school for more hours than kids in Pre-K and then, yesterday, flat called me out for not sending him to Kindergarten this year. Geez. Nothing like defending thoroughly thought-out choices to a five-year old.

Then there's the other one. The Natalie. She's two, you guys (or "you dies" as she says) and I should not have to answer to her the way I do. But yet, I do. And she's not even two and a half for another two weeks. But anyway, she's been telling us for weeks that she, also, would like to go to school. Then we take Wyatt to school and she wants to stay. She wants to go to his playground, she's picked out a classroom for herself, etc. The child is ready, the world probably is not. I'm not. Well, most days anyway. Today she's a little cantankerous and she was really reading me the riot act on the way home from Wyatt's drop-off in Nataliese, telling me in an unpleasant voice about how she wants to go to school and doesn't want to go home but would settle for the bouncy house and she doesn't like me, maybe even doesn't love me, ever, ever, everrrrrrr with that last bit delivered in her ugliest, loudest, whiniest, shriekiest voice she could muster. So I just calmly replied that I don't believe that she doesn't love me, I love her very much and really appreciate her not using that voice with me. 

So she took a deep breath. 

And then she repeated every. last. word of her soliloquy in her nicest, calmest, regular voice but with the same ugly words from the first go 'round. 

Help me. There's been a secret hand-off and I'm just catching on. The little one is as smart as the big one and they're pretty darn good at this "wear down the mom" game. It's good I find them so loveable. It's also good I can still require afternoon naps of Miss Sassypants. 


Susan said...

You didn't ask, but I feel strongly that you will never, ever look back with regret on not sending Wyatt to kdg. this year and whie he may think you will, he's wrong!

As for Natalie, well, she's got style and I just love her.

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Leslie said...

Hahahaha! I love Miss Sassypants. Tell me, were you trying hard not to laugh? And on the verge of tears at the same time? The little ones are naturals at wearing down the poor, exhausted Mommies. Thank goodness we have our blogs for venting!

The Thomas Crew said...

Hang in there, Steph. It's just that you have a girl. And that's all I got for ya.

:) They are SO worth it. Sass and all.

Kiddos are really growing up and are total cuties! Hope y'all are doing well.