Boxes, Glorious Boxes…

I don’t think that there is a mom out there, in this big wide world, that does not understand the value of a box.

Yes, I said a BOX.  You know, usually brown, fairly strong cardboard, cut out and folded and stuck together to make a square or rectangular structure – commonly used to move house, carry groceries and store ‘stuff’ in the garage rafters that we no longer need or use but just can’t part with.  A box to a kid, I would say, is like honey to a Pooh Bear – they just can’t walk past one without getting stuck in.

And who can blame them, I mean, they are quite exciting.  If big enough then you can climb into it, or turn it upside down and sit on top of it, or if you sit on the floor then mom or dad can cover you with it (a cut out window makes this a winner), and you can even turn it sideways and sit inside it like Pooh Bear would sit in his little house.

If my daughter receives a gift, and it is in a reasonably sized box, then please don’t take it personally but the gift inside is most definitely a second runner-up to that glorious box that it came in.  She will eventually drool all over the box so much that it will become a soggy mess, and we will have to take it away and chuck it into the bin, which will most likely lead to tears and a tantrum.  BUT THEN we will wave the actual gift in front of her – and that’s when the runner-up will become the new prize.  That’s just the way it is…sorry.

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my mom had been pushing Paige around in this box and when she stopped for a breather, then this is the unimpressed look she was given
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see the Kalahari box … and see the gift next to it
which is getting more attention?

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Point proven, goodnight

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Sunshine & Rainbows…

…most of the time.

s my-rainbow-mdBeing a mom is such a blessing and I can honestly say that days spent with my little monkey are filled with joy and laughter…these are what memories are made of…good times.

The thing is though, kids are kids…and kids can be horrid little monsters.  One second it’s all smiles and sunshine and rainbows, and the next moment (usually when you are about to get up to go to the loo, or start dinner) it morphs into something else…a whirlwind blows in, bringing thunderstorms and lightning and crocodile tears the size of golf balls.

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there literally was a rainbow the day before this beach day

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crying - March 2014

Captain Cranky Pants, enter stage right
(our nickname for Paige’s cranky alter-ego)

My husband and I are actually getting quite good at not re-acting when Paige decides to throw a hissy fit because she wants to put the TV remote in her mouth and we won’t let her…among other things.

We quickly assess if she has hurt herself or not, and note the time to determine if she is due for a nappy change / food / nap…and if none of these apply then we proceed to ignore the heck out of her.

Don’t make eye contact with the monster – if you can’t see it, then it can’t see you…right? .
If you just ignore it then maybe it will go away.
(Ok, so not go away, but maybe calm down a little)

It usually only takes a minute before Paige realises that this tactic is not working, and she switches off the waterworks and waddles over to her play mat to do something more interesting.  This is when one of us will slide onto the floor next to her and play.

Important Parenting Notice:  DO NOT reward bad behavior!  

I realise that this is common sense but sometimes us parents out there just need a little reminder about the obvious.

Overall, Paige is generally a really happy and quirky little person.  She waves at everyone in the shops and often flashes her teeny pearly whites to who ever is looking at her.  And even though she can’t string a sentence together yet to save her life, she is quite hilarious and has some favourite little actions and noises that she pulls out when she’s in the mood for some banter fun.

I think the thing us adults need to remember is that kids are people to (duh) and we all have bad days sometimes (some more often than others) so of course our little angels are also going to wake up on the wrong side of the crib some mornings, and behave like they have been possessed by demons in the night.  BUT, this too shall pass, and in a few hours they will get over it and be back to their gorgeous happy little selves that we cannot help but love with all of our being.

It’s not always sunshine and rainbows, but I think a storm every now and then keeps us on our toes.

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