Peanut Two has started packing a bag before we go out. She carefully puts her necklaces, cars, toys du jour and, of course, Bunny into her little pig back-pack. She tenaciously zips the bag, only allowing for help at the very end, and then she's "ready to go, Mommy".
With J away for four days last week, I found myself a little stressed about getting the Peanuts out the door the other morning. In a quest to keep the assembly-line efficiency barely controlled chaos moving, I didn't fully zip the bag and left Bunny's head sticking out. My ever evolved reasoning was that when we got to the car I could easily grab Bunny as I knew Peanut Two would want to hold it.
Bad idea.
Peanut Two threw a fit as Peanut One watched with glee.
I tried to reason with her through my gritted teeth gently that the car was 20 feet away, bunny would be getting out soon, bunny needed some fresh air. . .
I got sucked in.
It was one of those parenting moments where the magic of Peanut Two's reality was a good lesson for me.
Stop.
Slow down.
It doesn't matter what is next.
With J away for four days last week, I found myself a little stressed about getting the Peanuts out the door the other morning. In a quest to keep the assembly-line efficiency barely controlled chaos moving, I didn't fully zip the bag and left Bunny's head sticking out. My ever evolved reasoning was that when we got to the car I could easily grab Bunny as I knew Peanut Two would want to hold it.
Bad idea.
Peanut Two threw a fit as Peanut One watched with glee.
I tried to reason with her through my gritted teeth gently that the car was 20 feet away, bunny would be getting out soon, bunny needed some fresh air. . .
I got sucked in.
It was one of those parenting moments where the magic of Peanut Two's reality was a good lesson for me.
Stop.
Slow down.
It doesn't matter what is next.
Peanut Two lives in the moment.
It's magic.
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