I’m slacking on tonight’s post because I’m working on the updated Summer Camps list for tomorrow. It’s a bit of a project. If you’ve got information that I should know about a camp that you haven’t already sent me, please email me right away.
We had a good day today including a trip to dance with no tantrums from anyone. Toward the end of the day, M started to get a little bit smart-assy, but I tried a new technique of pretending complete obliviousness to anything rude that she did, which had the tremendously satisfying effect of amusing me while driving her crazy.
For example, at one point I was washing the dishes and reminding her to do something in that annoying mother-ish way of mine, and she hopped onto the stairs so that her butt was roughly at my eye level and started shaking her butt at me. Nice. I pretended not to notice.
Finally she said, “Mom! Look!”
I said, “Oh yes, honey, I see you.”
“But look at my dupa!”
I answered, “Oh, are you showing me those new jeans that I bought you? They look really cute.”
She was clearly frustrated, “No! I’m shaking my dupa at you!”
I, meanwhile, was the queen of serenity: “Yes, they fit really well! You’re welcome again.”
At which point she huffed out a huge pre-tween breath of exasperation and scampered up the stairs. Not a technique for every day, perhaps, but it was a refreshing change of pace.