Friday, November 11, 2005

The TMI Files. World War 3 year old.

I decided it was time to take back my bed, so the other night I put my foot down.

Magilla was to sleep in her own bed. Hehe. She is a tyrant.

It only took an hour and minutes of crying, screaming, kicking, biting, scratching and smacking me, to get her to sleep. Somehow, I got the impression she wasn't real happy with me. LOL!

Tonight, I tried a different tack. Negotiation, aka bribery. If she stays in her own bed all night, then when she wakes me at sunrise (bleh), she can have a Pooh Bear sticker to put on her headboard.

It worked. YAY!

As much as I believe in co-sleeping, and as much as I enjoy snuggling up with her, there comes a time.....


At 11:16 PM, Blogger Olivia said...

Yeah, there comes a time. Mine were allowed in our bed if there was a thunderstorm and they were scared. This meant that even after the storm finished, hubby and I got little sleep. Kids are amazing bed hogs. And kickers. And snufflers, groaners, tossers and turners. It's a wonder they get any sleep with all that frantic activity and noise. My two regularly fell out of bed in the middle of the night. THUMP!!! Wah Wah Wah! Heart attack city. But it's stuff you laugh about later, and feel all warm and fuzzy about.

They were always welcome in our bed in the morning on weekends. They'd jump in, all smiles and hugs and gooey cuteness. And we'd snuggle up and talk about stuff. Not anymore though. 19 and 17 now. But we still make the time and effort to talk about stuff. Anything and everything. Say what you want and everybody promises not to laugh or scoff. It's pretty astonishing what comes out of their mouths.

At 11:26 PM, Blogger Nilk said...

:) You are so right on the hogging of the bed. I couldn't believe how one little baby could take up a queensize bed.

She would start off on one side of the bed, and I would wake up with her tucked under my arm and me teetering on the edge. That was at a few weeks old!

It's nice to lay in bed in the evenings or in the morning and talk; it's a lot easier now she's more legible.

These days I'm even getting told that she loves me lots and lots, although she's still not sure of 'love' and prefers to tell me she likes me lots and lots. And lots.

Lots of warm fuzzies to make up for the attitude I get when asking her not to do something lol. She spends a fair amount of some days in the corner, but since I'm the only one she plays up for, we'll muddle through.

It's hard keeping a straight face when she counts to three and then orders me into the corner for doing something or saying something she doesn't like.

At 11:37 PM, Blogger Olivia said...

Yeah, keep the communication channels open. Way open. They need to feel they can always come to you. If they don't, then who the hell do they go to? Create the environment for that, and they'll always feel comfortable. My two have gotten into a couple of scrapes each. Just always promise yourself never to blow up or yell or condemn. It's a tough world now. Way tougher & scarier than when I was growing up (I'm 44). They really need a shoulder to lean on sometimes. We all do.

Your Magilla sounds like a right little Miss. She sounds much like my little girl. (Little?! She's taller than me!) Nurture that assuredness, that chutzpa. And give her loads of mental and spiritual stimulation. Or that spirit goes to waste.

At 11:48 PM, Blogger Nilk said...

She's a delightful little ratbag.

She doesn't get anywhere near enough stimulation I sometimes feel, but that could just be the parental guilt kicking in.

I've always planned to have her trained in martial arts and weaponry from the age of 5, but I'm thinking I might go back to training myself, and she can come along and pick up stuff via osmosis. I can't recommend it highly enough for the kids of today.

I'm not much younger than you, so I know what you mean about a scary world. It terrifies me!

We do have a safe haven here for her, and her first 3 years have been full of love and fun and support, so whatever happens, she's got a good grounding.

My hardest decision is sorting out what would happen to her if I carked it. It's got to be addressed, but there are at least 4 families who would take her on! Not pleasant to consider, but I have to sort it out soon. I am almost 40 after all.

At 10:46 PM, Blogger Jai Normosone said...

Maybe not the weaponry, but I am all for a child learning martial arts at a young age - provided they train with the right teacher! Someone who teaches them courtesy and respect and to olnly use their skills when they're needed and to NEVER start a fight.

I still believe that the best weapon to take into any fight is a 3-minute mile - if they can catch me after that then they can go to town because I'll probably be dead anyway from heart failure! :)

So... moving around a bed is a child thing? It's a full moon at the moment and I tend to destroy the bed around this time each month.... So I'm told anyway - don't know for sure since it's been over 5 years since sharing a bed with anyone.

Blecch. Brisbane is starting early on summer :P That sweating while trying to breathe is starting to annoy me already. No wonder I wanted to move to Antartica! Melbourne would be good if only someone would do something about those damn Victorians! JUST KIDDING!! Everyone knows that Sydney blows chunks FAR more than Melbourne ever has! :D

At 9:24 PM, Blogger Nilk said...

You are right about Sydney blowing chunks. It's a hole. Always has been, always will.

Oh, and the weapon's training is for me, not her. She can wait until she's about 12 for that. I just reckon it's about time I got back into it.

I agree with the run fast, NOW! philosophy. That was the biggest lesson I took from 10 years of taekwondo. A couple of years of kungfu reinforced it. Everything else is for justin.

At 7:00 PM, Blogger Jai Normosone said...

That sounds like a much better idea - having Magilla train for a few years first before moving to bigger things.

Be wary about the weapons training though - apparently you cannot transport them in your vehicle unless you are a certified instructor (this means: certified by the bureaucracy - it doesn't have to mean that you're competent with them or that you're incompetent if you don't have a piece of paper - it's just what the cops will pick up if they pull you over and decide to search the car (usually out of boredom)).

My teacher is away so I'm teaching classes at the moment.... :?


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