Here is the tail end of a tantrum from this morning which erupted after I didn't let her crack all the eggs into the pancakes (tragic, I know). I decided to let Joe handle it, and film his nurturing ways. Delegation is key, so they say.
She recovered. I think she gets Joe, and he gets her pretty well.
They are good little buddies. Have you heard that the way siblings treat each other transfers to how they treat their spouses (according to Dr. Radcliffe - free parenting podcasts here )? Hopefully Joe has a little more finesse when he has a spouse. Can't go around pulling your wife up by her hair.
Well, the rest of the day was filled with all kinds of diversion activities. We got some good turkey art out of it!
But I was pretty frazzled and ready for reinforcements by the time Dave got home. While I was wrapping up our calzones, I noticed how quiet it had gotten, and turned to see this:
And that is how Dave pacified the rebel alliance - towing them back and forth through the house till dinner was ready. Props to him and his intuitive thinking.
There was a slightly tearful dinner, a quick bath and then the babies crashed at six thirty. Aaaaaaand deep breaths.Tomorrow will go better. Never mind that the temperature with windchill tomorrow will be freaking negative ten degrees! We will have to incorporate some hot cocoa into it, that's all. And who know, maybe the babies will want to nap under the covers all day. One can always dream!
A dream is a wish your heart makes...
And to all a good night.
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