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Friday, September 27th, 2013
2 years, 10 months.
In the culture of nearly 3 year-olds, I’m assuming that the “line leader” status is pretty much king.
Mommy and I have been noticing that you have been using the term quite frequently as you play with your cars:
“I’m the line leader, I gotta go before you,” I’ll hear you say in a falsetto voice, portraying whichever Hot Wheels car is that is indeed the appointed line leader.
What’s really funny is that you have now begun daily announcing yourself as the line leader… each morning when it’s just you and me as we’re leaving the house for school.
It first happened one day last week as I was sitting down on the carpet, putting on my shoes. You stood up and calm-assertively darted to the front door:
“I’m the line leader.”
At that exact moment, I was preoccupied with thoughts of gathering together my lunch and your snacks for the car.
But I soon realized that I had to take you quite seriously on your claim.
So I just rolled with it.
Though I’ve always been very particular and strict about not letting you anywhere near a street or parking lot without me holding on to you, I realized I need to start showing you I trust you with some boundaries.
Our deal now is that you get to lead us to the 2nd sidewalk square from our front door while I lock up. Granted, I never take my eyes off you while I’m doing it: I’m in reaching distance of you.
Sure, it’s just a matter of a few feet each morning, but you do indeed get to be the line leader.
The current theme/new cool word in your life right now is very clear to me. So I’m trying to make it more relevant for my own life too.
Yesterday morning on the misty, Seattle-like drive to school, you asked me why I stopped to let the 18 wheeler turn in front of me.
My reply: “Because… he’s the line leader.”
I figured you could follow that logic.
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Sunday, February 17th, 2013
2 years, 3 months.
I, too, wish that I could leave the house in my pajamas. However, neither of us can have our way.
Granted, if I ever showed up to work in pajamas, I would feel pretty socially awkward, with good reason.
As for you, I’m guessing you wouldn’t feel strange about it at all, but then I’d be the weird dad who lets his son wear pajamas to daycare everyday.
Here lately, getting you dressed every morning has become so much of a struggle that I have to be the one who does it, instead of Mommy.
You only want your clothes to be changed laying down, which puts you in the perfect position to bicycle-kick whoever is trying to get you dressed. It’s better that I am the who takes the collateral damage from you.
So now I am officially your wardrobe assistant/technician.
While the Twitter hashtag #aintnobodygottimeforthat officially peaked last summer, the “Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That (Autotune Remix)” on YouTube serves as the mental soundtrack as I get you dressed now.
You and I are both thinking, “Ain’t nobody got time for that!” You’re thinking it because you evidently see getting dressed as an unnecessary hassle; or even worse, a form of punishment.
I’m thinking it because I don’t have time to struggle with you over it.
There seems to be no obvious solution to you not wanting to get dressed. I don’t know; maybe it was better in Biblical days when everyone evidently just wore robes all the time.
Actually, I think you could totally pull off rockin’ the Kid Icarus look. So, uh, Jack… what do ya say?
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Saturday, February 16th, 2013
2 years, 3 months.
I recently explained to you how I now have to let Mommy drive while I sit in the backseat with you, to keep you from being anxious and needy, since Mommy is the nurturer and I’m the entertainer.
That’s one of those things I have to file in the “whatever works” category.
Or, to translate that into the language of Twitter:
It goes without saying that as a parent, “whatever works” is a catchphrase that I seem to mumble on a daily basis.
In addition to having to change the seating arrangements for our family car rides, we have also had to change our morning routine.
Mommy arranged it with her boss to show up 15 minutes early for work and leave 15 minutes early, too.
This way, Mommy leaves the house 15 minutes before we do, because here recently you put up less of a fight if I’m the one who gets you ready.
It may have something to do with what I just mentioned a minute ago; that I am not the nurturer so you have lower expectations with me. So Mommy and I use that to our advantage.
Our new morning routine also allows more quality time with you and Mommy; the two of you share breakfast together while I shower and get ready.
Since making this our new norm, we no longer leave the house stressed or in a hurry. That’s all it took; we just couldn’t all three leave at the same time.
We are so focused on finding ways to improve quality time together as a family. Sometimes, we have recognized that by assigning certain daily activities to one particular parent, it can improve quality time for two of us at a time.
It’s sort of like working the “3rd wheel” concept to our advantage. Our model is this: Two wheels in the back and one in the front.
As a family, we often have to move and work like a tricycle.
Hey, whatever works.
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