My son is spoilt. No really, he is. He really is spoilt, rotten. Well not rotten, because he's not rotten, he's lovely, or am I so blinded by his cuteness that I can't see it?
See, I don't think he is rotten at all, he is lovely, he is just so lovely and easygoing and placid. And he is nearly two. The terrible twos, but he's not terrible, he is just lovely.
He likes to do things his own way, but I understand that and I let him, if its not unreasonable. He also doesn't understand some things about the way the world works i.e. if I buy him something and have to take it off him so the checkout person can scan it he cracks the shits. Not hugely, like not a tantrum (he has never 'thrown' a tantrum) he just whinges a bit and his face crumples at the unfairness of it. I know its because he doesn't understand that he will be getting it back after we pay for it. So I don't make him wait for it, I ask the lady to scan it and then I give it back to him and I explain the concept of paying for it because maybe one day it will go in and be understood so then he knows that he will get it back so he won't whinge anymore.
But today I saw how spoilt he really is because I saw my husband doing it too. Which means this child has no one giving him any unreasonable boundaries and no one is trying to 'win' against him. He has two reasonable parents who try and make the world an easy place for him to live in, with his limited communication and understanding.
That's how I see it, but I wonder if that's a good thing to do. Its definitely not a mainstream thing to do, surely he has to learn he can't get his own way all the time. But I don't understand why he can't get his own way lots of the time unless its just not workable.
I dunno. He is just so cute that we are sucked in by it. We dote on him. Little Lord Fauntelroy. But seriously, the cuteness is devastating at the moment. The words are coming thick and fast, the imitating, oh my god, its so bloody cute I just stare at him constantly, just looking at him, drinking in the sight of him.
Boy oh boy, he is either going to turn out really really well or turn out bloody terrible! We went to the shops today and he wanted a ball, so we got him the ball, he wanted a packet of banana lollies, so they went in the basket. That's all he wanted. And when Steve looked at the receipt he was horrified that the ball was ten bucks so he went and took it back, lol, yes he did, because the dogs are only going to pop it anyway like the last three balls I have bought. While he did this I put two bucks in the little fire engine ride by the door so bubby was distracted. But we bought over twenty dollars worth of junk for ourselves so the banana lollies weren't unreasonable. Were they?
oh gawd. I just love this age. Its hilarious. So many cute things happening on a daily basis around here.
See, I don't think he is rotten at all, he is lovely, he is just so lovely and easygoing and placid. And he is nearly two. The terrible twos, but he's not terrible, he is just lovely.
He likes to do things his own way, but I understand that and I let him, if its not unreasonable. He also doesn't understand some things about the way the world works i.e. if I buy him something and have to take it off him so the checkout person can scan it he cracks the shits. Not hugely, like not a tantrum (he has never 'thrown' a tantrum) he just whinges a bit and his face crumples at the unfairness of it. I know its because he doesn't understand that he will be getting it back after we pay for it. So I don't make him wait for it, I ask the lady to scan it and then I give it back to him and I explain the concept of paying for it because maybe one day it will go in and be understood so then he knows that he will get it back so he won't whinge anymore.
But today I saw how spoilt he really is because I saw my husband doing it too. Which means this child has no one giving him any unreasonable boundaries and no one is trying to 'win' against him. He has two reasonable parents who try and make the world an easy place for him to live in, with his limited communication and understanding.
That's how I see it, but I wonder if that's a good thing to do. Its definitely not a mainstream thing to do, surely he has to learn he can't get his own way all the time. But I don't understand why he can't get his own way lots of the time unless its just not workable.
I dunno. He is just so cute that we are sucked in by it. We dote on him. Little Lord Fauntelroy. But seriously, the cuteness is devastating at the moment. The words are coming thick and fast, the imitating, oh my god, its so bloody cute I just stare at him constantly, just looking at him, drinking in the sight of him.
Boy oh boy, he is either going to turn out really really well or turn out bloody terrible! We went to the shops today and he wanted a ball, so we got him the ball, he wanted a packet of banana lollies, so they went in the basket. That's all he wanted. And when Steve looked at the receipt he was horrified that the ball was ten bucks so he went and took it back, lol, yes he did, because the dogs are only going to pop it anyway like the last three balls I have bought. While he did this I put two bucks in the little fire engine ride by the door so bubby was distracted. But we bought over twenty dollars worth of junk for ourselves so the banana lollies weren't unreasonable. Were they?
oh gawd. I just love this age. Its hilarious. So many cute things happening on a daily basis around here.
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