Friday, April 30, 2010

Little Monsters

Things 1, 2 & 3; otherwise known as Emily, Leanna and Andrew have descended upon this Friday like 3 bats out of hell. As I write Andrew is staring at me from his jumper in the door way. He shifts between jumping happily, licking his seat and growling at me to be picked up. Emily and Leanna have been locked in their bedroom as a punishment. The crime: Emily wouldn't help Leanna onto the swing and Leanna hit her because of it. The punishment: You must play together, in your room with no television. Only a box of Barbies between them. If Leanna needs help, Emily must help her. Emily is not to get frustrated when she can't do it "just right", and Leanna is not to scream when Emily tries to show her how to do something.
Am I crazy for wanting my daughters to have a little less animosity toward each other? Emily groans anytime she has to include Leanna in a game, and Leanna screams anytime Emily steps too close to her space. I know they are capable of playing really well together, but maybe the close proximity of sharing a room is starting to wear on them. I know it's beginning to wear on me. It would be so nice to have an area where each could go and have private time. Emily really needs more privacy as she is getting older and more embaressed by her sister seeing her change. Also, she deserves to stay up a little later than the 3 year old. At the same time, Leanna is very territorial over her things. She will very intricately lay out a scene with her animals, each in their own bed or crate. She will feed each in turn and seperate those who don't play well together. When Emily comes in and disrupts the balance there are usually blows thrown. I'm very close to giving up my own space, moving Andrew in with me, and letting the girls each have a bedroom. Am I insane?

Meanwhile my darling little Andy-Pandy is going to be the death of me. He really is the sweetest little boy. I swear. That being said I will hurt him very soon unless he learns to sleep past 5:45am. 3 mornings in a row he starts crying before the sun comes up. I walk into his bedroom and peek over his crib and he gets this big doopey grin and grabs his toes. Like, "Hey Mom!" I need to make him understand how much more pleasant I am when I've had a full eight hours of sleep. Of course, I could go to bed at 7:45 when I get the kids to sleep. That would fix all my problems...

I'm trying to figure out how to upload some pictures to this so that you may all see Things 1, 2 and 3. Wish me luck!


1 comment:

  1. Tell me if you figure out how to deal with the sister drama - we are headed that way over here!