WOW what do I do well as a parent?  It’s kind of like asking me to float my own boat, to put myself on a pedal stool.  I think I can do that… o But do I talk about something I am proud of teaching my children or something about myself that I am proud of?????  Oh well let’s see what I say…

 If you have been reading my blog over the past week you would see that my son had turned into a devil child, teething I believe with the back teeth. But that is sort of an off side topic, it is more his mood that I am talking about. He was throwing things at me, hitting me, yelling, screaming, and kicking. You name it he was just a pissed off little kid, and no one else to take it out on but me. Even the dog stayed away from him (they have a sixth sense and he sensed danger).  I was at my wits end.  I looked up some minti advice but did not seem to find exactly what I was looking for. So when I write this up as advice I hope someone has not already written it, if so sorry.

Why am I proud of myself? Not sure if I am exactly proud of myself, but I am for sure feeling better about myself as a parent!   

 After talking to Angelmum and Wildrose, I realized that I needed to upgrade on my parenting.  My son is no longer a baby and he was telling me this, I just was not listening hard enough.  He did not want to sit in his high chair any more, yet I still tried to make him.  He did not want to play with some of his baby toys any more but I still tried to make him.  Along with other stuff!  And if it were not for my two friends mentioned above I would not have realized that my baby is no longer a baby, but a toddler.  In the past two days, Francis has been sitting or should I say kneeling at the table like a big boy, I have upgraded some of his toys and plan to do this a little bit at a time and he has enjoyed his big boy toys more then anything. (I had a stash in the basement).  I let him stand in the shopping trolley instead of sit in the little front part (which is some what easier if I want a big shop, but decided on little shop instead. He helped me with the shopping placing things nicely behind him, and then when at the check out lifting things to give to me to place on the belt. He was happy, very happy. I guess with out telling me he felt like a bigger boy. He helped me. He has big boy toys. Still sleeps in a cot, but a big boy bed might be next….

 I guess what I am trying to say is I am proud of the way I adapted to my sons growing up, I almost missed it. Sure I would have picked it up eventually, and that would have lead to many a sad and sorry week… 

 I guess the topic for my next advice would be  learning to adapt or something like that… J

Jess xxxx

PS: Thank you Wildrose and Angelmum for your in site.