Hensley and Fields share the big bedroom now. Tegegne really wanted his own, so I swapped them yesterday. Tonight was the first in the new rooms. The big room went something like this:
Hensley: “Mommy, I love you so much. I love you to heaven and back….I love Hank too….did you know Hank wore a baseball hat when we went trick or treating? Kolton was a dragon, I was a bumble bee. (Fields: I was batman!)
Fields: We tootk Hank tamping with Dad, Mom. And we dot smores. (H: And when Coco was around Hank she went “aaa-choo!”) I had a blue sleeping bad, Tegegne had a green one, and Hensley had a pintk one. (H: I had a red one, Fields.)
F: Mommy, can you sindg me all the songs? (I sing 3 requested songs, say a short blessing, rub his back and get up.) Mom, dats not all the songs. I wanted “Please don’t takt my sunshine too.”
H: Mom, can you lay with me again? I love you so much. I love my room so much. Can it stay like this for a very long time?
This was less than half of the chatter and after 2 books with them in their big room, and one book with Tegegne. There must be a special place in heaven for the single parent. What “special places” look like, I’m not sure. Just guessing it’s one of those categories. God is good, very good. This dark chocolate bar with caramel and sea salt after their all snoozing isn’t so bad either.
Tonight I worked to establish time out with Fields for at least 45 minutes. (Thank you 1-2-3 Magic) I remember 5 years ago, doing the same with Tegegne (but pregnant with Hensley). Rather tiring, I say. Once established, it is productive. He has to go to time out and stay there. Tonight and last Friday he didn’t want to stay, so he got up. Each time he gets up I put him back on the stair and say “This is time out.” Over and over. At times Tegegne and Hensley try to help him sit or talk me out of it, saying, “I think he did it, Mom.” “Can he get dessert now?” “I really need someone to play with!”
Earlier this evening Hensley and I made banana bread while the boys watched Netflix. It didn’t turn out as it should have, but her pouring skills were advanced. She did the dishes after dinner…and snuck the rest of the corn bread.
Here’s to parenthood. Raising children to be adults. Figuring it out as we go. These are the wonder years. Cheers!
Photos by Rachel. (For a better explanation of 1-2-3 Magic‘s method for time out, check out their 1980’s DVD or book from the library! And thank you Dr. Kevin.)