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I think I've mentioned that Maggie is going through some developmental something that has made being her parent a bit of a challenge. Here is today, as an example of what's been going on lately.
At 1 AM Maggie woke up crying and carrying on about something. This middle of the night tantrum lasted half an hour until she told me calmly, "I don't want to talk Mama. I want to go to sleep."
We made pancakes together amicably for breakfast. Then we went on a mother-daughter run to get some ya-yas out. A happy mile later, we're in the backyard throwing toys for Eliza. When Maggie started climbing in the stroller with Tessa and trying to push it downhill, we went inside to fix lunch. Even though its food she asked for, we had to bribe her with a movie to get her to eat anything.
Just as we finished lunch, our friends from up the street came by and took Bill and Mags on a half hour bike ride followed by imaginary play in the backyard. She went happily to nap time but did not sleep a wink. Indeed she climbed up on her desk and retrieved a collage from her windowsill to rip apart. (All her books have been removed from her room because of this habit.)
We scuttled down to the park for Maggie's first soccer game, which lasted 1.5 hours. It was pretty amusing and not what I expected. I was picturing bunch ball, all the kids running after the ball in one big group. Instead our team mostly kicked the ball and stood in place while the other team made a goal. We did manage to make a play last a couple minutes once, and our star player managed one goal in the final quarter. Maggie said she had fun, although she kind of pooped out halfway through and mostly watched from the sidelines.
Then we went to a dinner party at friends' where Maggie ate quietly and politely and played sweetly with the other kiddos. When we got home she kicked and screamed despite some of our best distraction techniques (kitty cat role play, baby roll play, bribing, competition, two equally unappealing choices). After telling her I was pregnant again (with pajamas this time) she named it Squishy Collins, asked me to tickle her back, and was asleep within minutes.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Keeps us on our toes. And in our skinny jeans.
