Tuesday, May 16, 2006HugsThe Bean was in
a good mood this morning. Pleasant change. She awoke, cracked the
bedroom door and poked her little impish face in. I crouched down and
said: "good morning honey". She runs in and gives one of those
arms-and-legs hugs that are just thick and juicy and good. I savor
these moments as they come but 30 seconds every few months.
Bit of drama getting dressed, but she soon ate, drank and let the Mesmerizer nudge her to somatic ecstasy. She brushed her teeth with out incident, save some strange desire to rinse and spit in the kitchen sink. "We don't do that in this house", I explained. Back to the bathroom, rinse, spit, dry hands on the hand towel (can't use the bath towel, that's not it's life function) then the mouth on the bath towel. Sanitary, I guess, but a bit pedantic. She must have gotten a chill as she insisted on a sweater. Not any sweater, but a particular pink (of course) one that was (again, of course) lost in the ruins. I braced for one of those I'm-on-fire-and-I've-got-to-drop-and-roll tantrums, but no go. Instead: A Princess Dress. A simple stretchy, pullover model with arms way to tight but she didn't care. It's Princess Time and all is right with the world. She took cereal, her blue sippy cup, rain coat (It's going to rain Dada; why isn't it raining Dada) and umbrella to day care. She wanted sandals too, but I gave her a choice and she made it. When she has two desires she seems sated if only one is granted (Note To Self: Must try this with adults). I've given her choices in the past and there's never been a problem; probably a control issue. Telling her "no" removes what little control she has over her life. Allowing a selection one inconsequential item or another empowers her. (Boy, I hate that word. Smacks of some neo-feminist twaddle, but in this case I'll run with it). No escape attempts and she seemed happy when I left. |