I yell too much at my kid. I usually catch myself mid-yell, when Ruby’s already wide-eyed and thinking “What the?!” Then she cries, and I cry in my heart. Shaun and I both pop off too much. Too much! We are planning on a parenting class to learn about these time out things and these reasonable limits things and these hushed tone things. We want to do better, be better. Ruby deserves better.
We are both wrecked. We’re out in Denver trying to make a ball-busting life-changing decision about relocating. We’ve had lots of big conversations…the kind that you’re just sort of wilted afterwards. Ruby thinks it’s two hours later (DC time) so she was up this morning before 6 and had lots to talktalktalktalk about. Mind you, we are thankful for her talking (and her singing melts my heart), there’s just so darn much of it.
She told everyone in the butterfly room at the Butterfly Pavilion that she had pooped. That had to be our favorite moment with her today. I don’t think it was a mystery as she was perfuming their habitat, but the fact that she needed everyone to know her business just crackled.
Speaking of poop, we found this in our tour of “things to do in Denver with kids” on the internet today. We learned very quickly that we are not poo-ologists. Every time a new poo popped up that we were supposed to identify, we just kept typing “Marlon Brando.”