"Hi, you don't know me yet, but I'm Chebbles, and I'll be the boss of you."
The funny part is how other kids don't seem to mind Chebbles' ministrations, or her dictating the game rules (in which she is the victor 100% of the time).
All I ask of Chebbles is that she be kind in these interactions -- to take a pause and ask her friends what THEY would like to do, who THEY would like to be in their imagination games, and perhaps -- just maybe -- give them a small chance at winning every so often.
Both Chebbles and Gigi woke up at 5:45am this morning, making this the toughest day yet since Baby C's birth. I have been able to hack the sleeplessness by going to bed early and catching sleep between C's feedings and gas attacks in the night, but this is predicated on getting that sweet extra post-gas hour of sleep in the morning.
That plan was trashed this morning when Chebbles went wailing into the middle of the house, waking everyone up, and screaming, "I don't want to have any friends anymore!"
This was on top of an every-other-hour wake-up schedule that Chebbles and Gigi had maintained throughout the night -- screaming and hollering and having a totally inappropriate hootenanny.
So today? No one is the victor, except maybe Baby C, who scored an early boob and went straight back to sleep for almost three hours.
1 comments:
I have to say, you people looked remarkably chipper for being so haggard. Well, minus the Geeg. But YOU looked good. Tell me the name of that shampoo, exactly, pls??? Changa could use it for her straight stringy hair!
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