I took the kids to the park yesterday. Sure it was only 27 degrees but I have had enough of the noise in my house. Unless I invest in ear plugs (and I think it might be a safety issue in my house if my children can run rampant without my hearing them), I've decided that a nervous breakdown is next on the to-do list. Or I can poke my ears out with a fondue fork but that seems so permanent.
It was too cold at the park. Maybe if the kids were wearing gloves, but how exactly do you get a toddler to wear gloves? I'm open to any and all suggestions. Instead, Nathan stood in the middle of the playground holding his hands up in the air and screaming. I tried to get him to let me warm up his hands but he was having no part of it.
His brother? Laid down in the parking lot and refused to get up. This was one of his finer moments, I think. He said he was too cold to play so he laid down on the cold asphalt. There I was, 6 months pregnant, trying to stop a toddler from screaming and trying to get a preschooler off the pavement. I looked in the side mirror of the car to look at my sad self and I realized that head-butting incident the day before had resulted in quite a shiner. I wondered what would happen if I was the one who laid down on the asphalt and refused to get up.
Note to self: I may want to consider indoor options as locales for poor behavior. Lying on the asphalt beside your three-year-old in 27 degree weather is for the dogs. And it doesn't look like his behavior is getting better any time soon.