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The answers to all those questions that have been bugging you. Me.
Why does it take Monkey so long to get ready in the morning?
Well, I still don't know what takes so long in the bathroom, though I strongly suspect there's a bit of staring into space, a bit of messing around, and probably some putting as much water as possible into the basin to see how the overflow hole works. But I know part of what he's doing in the bedroom, since I was putting away laundry this morning while he was dressing.
First, he carefully picks out his clothes.
Then, he meticulously folds them.
Then he puts them on.
Why yes, I have Googled "OCD+children", thank you for suggesting that. (I'm not too worried for now, but will be keeping things in mind. I think when two type-A people have children, the likelyhood of extra-super-duper-type-A-ness emerging is pretty high.)
What is Mabel doing with her yogurt raisins?
Not eating them, that's for sure. She's rubbing them all over her ankles and calling it sunscreen.
Labels: kids are icky, madness
posted by Maud @ 1:20 PM
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2 Comments:
Probably not helping her to gain independence, but one morning we had to be on a bus before 6:00 AM, so I didn't wake up Helen fully. I just carried her in to use the bathroom and then managed to dress her. Left her sleeping against a wall while I combed her hair. Asked her to open her mouth while I brushed her teeth and then let her sleep at the bottom of the steps while I did all those things for me. It was the best morning we'd had in ages. Now I don't fully wake her up and ask her to get dressed in the morning. Instead, I walk her into the bathroom half awake, and as I help her through the process, she wakes up. We get ready faster and avoid all the screaming and heartache that had accompanied every other morning since the start of kindergarten.
Sounds like you've found what works best for your mornings. Go for it.
With Monkey, since he's an early riser, I usually don't mind at all if he takes approximately forever. But on the odd morning that he sleeps "late" till 7.30, we're under a tiny bit more of a time crunch, and it's very hard not to shout at him for dilly-dallying when it turns out he's up to this sort of nonsense.
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