Christmas has exploded all over this big ole house we are all sharing. Everywhere you turn, there is something that lights up, plays music, and is/or breakable. I have three children 2,2,and 3. For the MOST part, they know what they can and cannot touch. But, they haven't quite figured out that grandpa likes to listen and watch the news before and after dinner. All day long they run around turning things on, dancing their little hearts out, oohing and aaahing over the lights, the blow up tractor, you name it.
Things change, though, when the sun disappears into the night sky.
I can always sense when the kids are annoying my parents, or getting under their skin, but there are some times where I can't be everywhere to keep them out of their hair. Because now we have baths every single night, alternating days between the twins and Addyson. Addy listens more so than not, and just follows her grandma around the house while I'm bathing the twins, not a problem.
Tonight, though, was Addy's night for bath, and the twins decided to stay downstairs while I bathed Addy. I heard grandpa yelling at one or both of them about not touching something or someone, and had to rush Addy out of the bath so he could chill and not blow his gasket. I got the twins up the stairs and locked them in their room with me and played for a good 30 minutes before bed time.
When I finally emerged to wrangle up Addy for bed, I was asked, "Why did you keep the twins upstairs?"
REALLY?!
My tots are simply that, tots, and are still learning what's right and wrong and like to explore those glittery, music-making items you have to tease them with, and allow them to play with during the day hours.
We absolutely.positively.NEED.things.to.work. My tots need their space to be kids from sunup to sundown.
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