Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed....
We are all pretty late risers in my house. Usually, Jeff and I roll out of bed around 8:30 am, and the kids wake up shortly after. I have been spoiled in this respect, but feel OK about it since I know that once Vika starts 1st grade (and hopefully I begin working full-time) we will be back to the daily grind schedule we lived by before taking our “adoption sabbatical.”
This morning started out much the same as any other. Jeff and I were up by 8 am, and Vika got up around 8:30. Eamon continued to sleep. 9 am rolled around, and he was still sleeping, so I decided some gentle waking up was in order. I opened his bedroom door and pushed aside his curtains, letting in the morning light.
Not too long after, Eamon came stumbling into the hallway, complaining that I had woken him up early. He had wanted to sleep for “one more minute” and was grumpy that I had deprived him of this essential extra sleep time. I said, "You sound really upset about that. Can I give you a hug?" Eamon responded by putting a solemn look on his face, turning away and walking to the middle of his room, where he stood, "ignoring me."
I proceeded to get ready for my day, putting on some make-up and throwing my hair into a ponytail. Once he realized I had left him to his “sulk,” Eamon decided to come closer, so he could be sure that I was aware of him ignoring me. In the mirror I saw the reflection of half of his face peering at me from around the corner. I went to him to ask if he was ready for that hug, and he stoically turned away again (he really wanted to make sure he was getting his point across).
Finally, I headed down to start breakfast, and he followed me to the top of the stairs, holding the stony look on his face all the while. I could not prevent a few giggles from escaping my lips as I looked at him playing the part of a wounded child, prematurely woken from his sleep.
As I got to the kitchen, Eamon understood that I really was going on with my day and that his dreams of me groveling for forgiveness were simply not going to occur. He wailed, "Mama! I don't want you to go downstairs! You didn't hug me!" To which I responded, "So, you're ready for that hug now? I know I am!” I suggested we meet half way down the stairs to hug (because it is always good for family members to meet each other half way), and as I held him, I could feel his grumpiness slipping away. Afterwards, he hopped back upstairs to get ready, problem solved!
Really, my kids can be so dramatic at times. I honestly don’t know where they get it (although I’m sure my mom has a theory or two).
This morning started out much the same as any other. Jeff and I were up by 8 am, and Vika got up around 8:30. Eamon continued to sleep. 9 am rolled around, and he was still sleeping, so I decided some gentle waking up was in order. I opened his bedroom door and pushed aside his curtains, letting in the morning light.
Not too long after, Eamon came stumbling into the hallway, complaining that I had woken him up early. He had wanted to sleep for “one more minute” and was grumpy that I had deprived him of this essential extra sleep time. I said, "You sound really upset about that. Can I give you a hug?" Eamon responded by putting a solemn look on his face, turning away and walking to the middle of his room, where he stood, "ignoring me."
I proceeded to get ready for my day, putting on some make-up and throwing my hair into a ponytail. Once he realized I had left him to his “sulk,” Eamon decided to come closer, so he could be sure that I was aware of him ignoring me. In the mirror I saw the reflection of half of his face peering at me from around the corner. I went to him to ask if he was ready for that hug, and he stoically turned away again (he really wanted to make sure he was getting his point across).
Finally, I headed down to start breakfast, and he followed me to the top of the stairs, holding the stony look on his face all the while. I could not prevent a few giggles from escaping my lips as I looked at him playing the part of a wounded child, prematurely woken from his sleep.
As I got to the kitchen, Eamon understood that I really was going on with my day and that his dreams of me groveling for forgiveness were simply not going to occur. He wailed, "Mama! I don't want you to go downstairs! You didn't hug me!" To which I responded, "So, you're ready for that hug now? I know I am!” I suggested we meet half way down the stairs to hug (because it is always good for family members to meet each other half way), and as I held him, I could feel his grumpiness slipping away. Afterwards, he hopped back upstairs to get ready, problem solved!
Really, my kids can be so dramatic at times. I honestly don’t know where they get it (although I’m sure my mom has a theory or two).
My daughter!! Having a tantrum!!! Being a drama queen!! Goodness, no. Never any upset about her hair, or her clothes. Never wrote me notes telling me she was mad at me and her brother and that I could bring her dinner to her room because she didn't want to eat with us. Never thinking her brother and I abandoned her in a Tombstone restaurant simply because we both went to the bathroom and she stayed at the table! Never followed me from room to room when she was 2 throwing herself on the floor as soon as I was within sight. Drama!! Jenni!! The Master of the hair flip and the eye roll!! Certainly not!
I don't know which is funnier - your story or your mom's!
ACK! My cover's been blown!
Thanks mom....
Score one for Mom!!
:)
Ouch!
My two can be the ALL OUT drama queeens when they seem fit, or is that when they are having a fit?
Great story Jenni!
Meeting half way...I love that!
:)
Jeff
I love this story. Thanks for sharing it. Brings a smile to my face.
How cute! I am all warm and fuzzy thinking about the day when my little one will ask for that hug. Or even call me Mommy for that matter.
Pouting is no fun unless you have an audience. Eamon's no fool.
I wished you could have hugged me. I needed it today. My day sucked and so I know how Eamon feels. Maybe him and I can start a club. :) He can president.
That's so funny!!! It sounds like the drama that goes on at my house all of the time. I'm glad I'm in good company. :-)
What a wonderful post, he is adorable!
What a good lesson too!!
Too cute! And who of doesn't get up on the wrong side of the bed every now and then? I'm glad it was short lived!
Hmm...I may use Eamon's tactic to get my way.
And hey, you have lots of experience dealing with actors at the theatre, so when he's finished with his scene, be sure you help him into his next costume.