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We've been playing in the pool today, since it's lovely and warm. We had to come out for a potty break and, when we returned, Maya sat on a chair by the side of the pool.
Me: "Are you not getting back in the pool?"
Maya: "No, I don't think so. I'm a little bit tired so I'm going to wait a few days until I've finished sitting on the chair. Are you going to be ok, playing with toys and things?"
The other day, I asked Maya what she wanted to play. Her response: "Let's play hoovering. The floor's dirty." Thanks, Maya - way to make Mummy feel good!
Playing for time..."I don't want to go to bed, Mummy""It's bed time, Maya. Night night, poppet""One more cuddle and kiss?""Ok - just one more. Night night, now""Look Mummy - I'm going to sleep like this!" *turning and lying the wrong way round on the bed*"Ok, sweetheart" *walking towards the door*"But look, Mummy - I'm going to sleep like this!" *draping self half-in, half-out of bed*"Ok, sweetheart" *continue walking towards door*"But look, Mummy - I'm going to sleep like THIS!!!" *sitting on floor and leaning against bed*"Ok. Night night, now" *leaving room*"Oh, ok Mummy - I don't want to sleep like that" *getting back into bed and lying properly*"Goodnight, Maya""Night night, Mummy"How bedtime works...Daddy: "I'm very tired"Maya: "Ok, Daddy. Go lie down on the bed and cry and I'll bring you some toys."
Maya and I were colouring together when she suddenly asked:"Mummy, are you my friend?""Of course I am, sweetheart. I'll always be your friend."At which point she leaned over, gave me a hug and a kiss and then promptly went back to her colouring.It's moments like this....
Maya has been in trouble a fair bit recently for whining. It's been a struggle to get her to think first and whine second, as her default is to start whining and crying as soon as she begins to feel frustrated about something.
She asked me if I wanted to play Shopping List, so I replied that I would but that she needed to get it set up first and then I would come and play with her. When I walked back into the room, she was sitting with all the Shopping List pieces scattered around her, drumming her heels on the floor and making a fizzing sound through her clenched teeth.
As soon as she saw me, she adamantly stated:
"I'm not whining! I'm saying FZZZZZZZZZZZT!"
At least she's found a vent for her frustrations that doesn't set my teeth on edge :D