Now, I don’t want to eat my chook before the egg’s been laid but this morning it was such a pleasure to be around my son.
This is on the back of a huge tantrum last night. These tantrums usually seem to happen from a really small incident and last night he thought I was interrupting him and things escalated from there.
This morning, he got up and got dressed, got all the breakfast things out (this is his job) and was really really polite. After breakfast we had a bit of extra time* (because he didn’t have serve three**) so I showed him, yet again, how to tie his shoelaces and he actually did it all by himself.
He was ready and jobs all done ten minutes before we had to leave so he had time to have a bit of a play before we left the house. More often than not I’m yelling at him to hurry up because we have to go really soon. Of course the more I tell him to hurry, the slower he becomes!
I found a sticker and put it on his jumper to remind him that he’d been a really good boy and to keep it up all day.
An aside: on the way to school the other morning he was saying that he knew he couldn’t be good. I told him to be optimistic about how he would behave. This was a great thing to do because he then focused on how to say optimistic. He now knows how to say it and knows what it means. I need to come up with some other words like this for him to learn.
* We only had ‘extra time’ because the clock in the kitchen stopped working. Luckily I realised when I went into my bedroom and wondered why the last 20 minutes had disappeared so quickly.
** For breakfast JJ usually eats three Weetbix, a serve of Cornflakes, then one or two more Weetbix. If he keeps increasing the amount of breakfast he eats as he grows he’ll need to get up for school two hours before he leaves.
