I grew up in he 1970′s so I like the eras rock-n-roll music despite my parents deliberate attempt to direct my musical tastes elsewhere. In 1979 they purchased for me a “hi-fi” stereo player – which today would be a record player with two speakers – and a record alum that they weren’t sure what was but they knew that it wasn’t The Beatles. So they figured it must have been okay. Even if they didn’t know exactly who the Rolling Stones were, but they must have figured that they would gather no moss.
Ben is growing up so fast. It was what, a year ago that I was complaining about how unsafe playgrounds really are. Now he approaches new climbing stuff cautiously, looks it over and then tries it out. Within minutes he is climbing as if it were second nature.
I love how confident he is becoming. Like most three year old’s he is very demanding about “doing it myself, daddy.” It seems like just yesterday that he couldn’t walk and was tipping over full mugs of hot tea into my lap. Now he is running Cami’s laptop like a pro, watching and learning online.
I’m really proud, but I also miss that really little boy that always wanted me to hold him…
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I used to be afraid of the climbing gear when he was so small… now, he’s scaring the crap out of me…
Just a couple of observations from the last few days.
First, Ben has become something of a discipline problem. Not in the bad behavior way, he just won’t take anything seriously. When we try to correct him or have him do something important (pick up his toys), he thinks its a game and proceeds to laugh and throw the toys at us. The “Time Outs” seem to work, and usually after them he does the task at hand and apologizes (usually without prompting). But every now and then he really digs in his heels and throws a fit. Yesterday he even hit my glasses, which is, of course, a big potential problem.
I actually felt yesterday that he was getting out of hand and needed to be instantly corrected which is what led to the spank. Just a single spank, open handed on his butt and not out of anger which got his attention and started us down the road of contrition and correction. But it felt very odd. I think that I finally understood the whole “this is gonna hurt me a lot more than it hurts you” canard that I always hated. It really left me feeling odd and while I did the right thing and got his attitude and actions turned around, I couldn’t help but feel like we had crossed a Rubicon in the discipline world.
Second, Ben has reached the point in life (3 years old) where he can demand to be carried and get away with it. We went for a walk along the bike path next to the Rail Road tracks this morning, and it was clear as we reached the half-way mark that he was going to make me carry him.
“Daddy, carry me,” he said.
“Why? I asked naively.
“Because you have to…”
So, I did… because I have to…