This was the word of the weekend. 3 of the 4 grandkids stayed the weekend with us. I think Tammy and I said 'no' more this weekend than we have said in the last few months. The oldest, Chris, has no concept of exactly what 'no' means.
This is partially due to his manipulation tactics that work on my daughter, and partially due to his dad's family. "A" is not married to Chris's dad. So, "C" sees his dad a couple times a month. While seeing his dad, "C" is treated to anything, and his grandparents on that side, never tell him 'no'. So, even when he hears the word, it doesn't register.
He is just a cut above a 6 year old. He is a bit hyper, a bit spoiled, a bit obsessive compulsive, and a bit young. All of these make for a clash with me, much older, much calmer, slightly spoiled(Thanks to Tammy), and mostly in control of my OC. So, the 15th time he asked the same question (usually in under a minute), it got a little nervy. OMiGosh, and he is the master of the pitiful look. He can snap one of those out in a heartbeat. It is difficult to come to the conclusion that a kid is not a good kid, and I am not saying that about "C". He has the potential to be a great kid, as do most kids. He needs to be guided into that path.
"K1" was not as bad. He did feed off his older brother at times, but if he was alone, he was very docile. He is a good kid. He can be a bit rowdy at times. He can be mischievous when he wants to be. When "C" did his 'can we' over and over routine, "K1" played into it. I can't say that he wouldn't instigate it on his own, but he never has to. "C" is always there for that.
"K2" was the angel, mostly. She is my only granddaughter. She told her mom that she didn't want to come to papaw's house because of the big dog. Regular readers know that big dog is Malcolm, an 85 pound Boxer. By Saturday night, she was curled up on the floor in the bedroom, laying with and on Malcolm. She loved him by the time she left. She did get scared once or twice, but overcame that. Malcolm likes to play and can play very rough if he thinks you are up to it. He plays with my 18 month old grandson, and has since he was born. He plays gentle as necessary. The issue was when the kids would grab him and then run. This is a signal to Malcolm to play. He gives chase. They panic when they see him coming. They still need to learn to stop, and tell him "No". Oh yeah, they do understand the word when they use it.
It was K2's birthday on the Thursday before coming to the house. We got her a Birthday Cookie and a shirt, to which I affixed iron on transfers of Strawberry Shortcake. She loved both. We waited until A was picking them up, so she could join in the festivities.
It wasn't a bad weekend. It was just different in a harried sense. I am willing to do it all again ... in a few years ... lol.
This is partially due to his manipulation tactics that work on my daughter, and partially due to his dad's family. "A" is not married to Chris's dad. So, "C" sees his dad a couple times a month. While seeing his dad, "C" is treated to anything, and his grandparents on that side, never tell him 'no'. So, even when he hears the word, it doesn't register.
He is just a cut above a 6 year old. He is a bit hyper, a bit spoiled, a bit obsessive compulsive, and a bit young. All of these make for a clash with me, much older, much calmer, slightly spoiled(Thanks to Tammy), and mostly in control of my OC. So, the 15th time he asked the same question (usually in under a minute), it got a little nervy. OMiGosh, and he is the master of the pitiful look. He can snap one of those out in a heartbeat. It is difficult to come to the conclusion that a kid is not a good kid, and I am not saying that about "C". He has the potential to be a great kid, as do most kids. He needs to be guided into that path.
"K1" was not as bad. He did feed off his older brother at times, but if he was alone, he was very docile. He is a good kid. He can be a bit rowdy at times. He can be mischievous when he wants to be. When "C" did his 'can we' over and over routine, "K1" played into it. I can't say that he wouldn't instigate it on his own, but he never has to. "C" is always there for that.
"K2" was the angel, mostly. She is my only granddaughter. She told her mom that she didn't want to come to papaw's house because of the big dog. Regular readers know that big dog is Malcolm, an 85 pound Boxer. By Saturday night, she was curled up on the floor in the bedroom, laying with and on Malcolm. She loved him by the time she left. She did get scared once or twice, but overcame that. Malcolm likes to play and can play very rough if he thinks you are up to it. He plays with my 18 month old grandson, and has since he was born. He plays gentle as necessary. The issue was when the kids would grab him and then run. This is a signal to Malcolm to play. He gives chase. They panic when they see him coming. They still need to learn to stop, and tell him "No". Oh yeah, they do understand the word when they use it.
It was K2's birthday on the Thursday before coming to the house. We got her a Birthday Cookie and a shirt, to which I affixed iron on transfers of Strawberry Shortcake. She loved both. We waited until A was picking them up, so she could join in the festivities.
It wasn't a bad weekend. It was just different in a harried sense. I am willing to do it all again ... in a few years ... lol.
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