Thursday, October 23, 2008

My "Girl Time" with Sophia



Trey started a new job a few weeks ago with new hours – he works until 7:00 PM Monday through Thursday and 5:00 on Fridays. This means he does not get home until about 7:30 most weeknights. I pick up Sophia from daycare around 5:00 PM, so we have a lot of time alone together in the evenings now. At first I was a little stressed out about keeping her busy playing and feeding her dinner all by myself, but now I find myself enjoying our “girl time” together. We go to the playground, for walks in the neighborhood, to grocery shopping or to the library. I also take her out to dinner about once a week – mainly because I am starving by the time I get home and don’t really have the time to cook dinner. Also, I like the idea of trying to teach her manners and how to behave in a restaurant, but I mainly it has taught me to have PATIENCE with a two year old.

Last night, I took her out for a double-header – a restaurant and the library. As soon as we walked in the door at the restaurant, she asked to go potty. That was fine because we could get that business out of the way up front - instead of her asking to go to the bathroom as soon as our food arrived. Once we were seated at our table, she reached for the bread basket as soon as it arrived but turned down everything I offered her from the kid’s menu. Since she usually wants to eat whatever I have on my plate, I decided to share with her. About 10 minutes into dinner, the kid’s menu and crayons were on the floor, she was spitting out half eaten orange slices after dipping them in my ranch dressing, and she was yelling “I GOTTA GO POOP” at the top of her lungs. After our second potty trip of the night, I finally got to finish eating my food and the waitress asked if she could bring Sophia a special treat,

Dirt pudding… with gummy worms.

I said yes, Sophia could have dessert (as soon as she took her foot off the table and put it back in her high chair under the table). After I finally convinced Sophia to take a bite of dirt pudding, she decided it was delicious and she needs to eat it as fast as possible using her fingers and a gummy worm as a spoon. Unfortunately I forgot to bring a bib or wet wipes so I attempted to clean her up with a cloth napkin dipped in my water glass. Fun times. I’m sure the waitress was happy to see the mess we left behind on the table, the highchair, and the floor.

Next stop of the night was the library. Every three weeks I take Sophia to the library to check out new books to read at home before bedtime, and our books were due for return. Before we go inside I remind her of the rules of the library: no running and to talk in a whisper. She listens carefully and nods her head that she knows the rules. She even whispers to me that we have to be quiet when we walk in the door. That lasts for all of 30 seconds, until she sees the play area in the children’s section of the library. Then I get to spend the next 20 minutes chasing her around while I try to pick out her books. Last night went well; she started playing with a little girl by the activity tables and then climbed up in a chair to play on the computer. It went so well that I attempted to take her upstairs (to the non-kid section) so that I could scan the new release shelf for myself. At the top of the stairs she took off running towards a statue of a golden retriever in the center of the room. She was shrieking with excitement, “Doggie, Mommy!” After I reminded her to whisper, I asked her if she wanted to pet the dog. Big mistake. She walked a little closer to the statue then quickly ran back to me, YELLING that she was scared the dog would bit her. I picked her up and quickly headed down the stairs as all eyes in the room were on us. We hurriedly checked out five books for Sophia and none for me while she cried that the dog bit her. As we were almost to the door and out of the building, she was distracted by a familiar sight. The ultimate tool of manipulation for a (recently) potty trained toddler. The bathroom.

She yelled, “Mommy, I Need To Go Pee-Pee POTTY!” I just kept walking, not stopping to turn around to see who was staring at us.

As soon as we got home I asked Sophia if she needed to go to the potty. She didn’t.

We ended the night by reading every single one of our new books at bedtime, putting her in her crib, and topping it off with fifteen minutes of screaming that she needed to potty. Guess what? She didn’t.

By the morning, all the frustration and exasperation from the night before is forgotten, erased by hours of sleep. I sneak in her room to kiss her before I head out to work, and she doesn’t wake up. I’m already looking forward to our “girl time” tonight.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful post-sure brought back memories-I can't begin to count all the restaurants we had to leave when the kids were small-Adam was such a handful when we would go out to eat. Just keep on making those memories for yourself, they are priceless. BTW, congrats on the new baby. Hope all is well with you, Trey and Sophia. Cousin Greta