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Recently this parenthood gig has turned amazing. I mean really, truly incredible. Here's a barometer: this time last year I was arranging child care for Sunday afternoons because I didn't feel capable of getting through the whole weekend without a break. Flash forward to today when a friend offered Saturday child care and I was like "No way! I don't want to miss a minute of Riley time!"
It helps that the kid has got one heck of a sunny disposition. One of his favorite things to do is pop around corners and exclaim in a high-pitched, wildly happy kid voice, "Hell-ooooo!"
He loves to play with his friends. When we tell him he's going to see one of his favorite peeps (like his birthday twin "Sippy Cup"), he claps his hands and says, "Yaaaaay!"
He squeals with delight when he gets anywhere near water, including this weekend when he, over and over again, ran into the ocean with total abandon, frequently jumping up high so as to land on his bottom in the waves. [I was too busy trying to wrestle him out of the Pacific to snap a pic of that so here's some much tamer water play.]
He loves to feed his family, especially the great sport, Grandma, who puts up with his grubby hands and his "Psyche!" game in which he offers the food then renegs.
95% of the time, this kid is a laugh a minute. But about 5% of the time, our nearly two-year-old turns into "Angry Pickle."
Once or twice a week, for no discernible reason (except maybe because he's tired), the boy flips out. If you try to help him, like offering to hold him or give him milk or berries, it only makes him madder, indignant even. In those moments, Andy has started using the catch phrase, "Angry Pickle is ANGRY!" The absurdity of the phrase totally diffuses the situation, at least for us, and lets us just ride it out. Who can get mad at an angry pickle, especially when he only comprises 5% of the happy pickle jar?
It helps that the kid has got one heck of a sunny disposition. One of his favorite things to do is pop around corners and exclaim in a high-pitched, wildly happy kid voice, "Hell-ooooo!"
He loves to play with his friends. When we tell him he's going to see one of his favorite peeps (like his birthday twin "Sippy Cup"), he claps his hands and says, "Yaaaaay!"
He squeals with delight when he gets anywhere near water, including this weekend when he, over and over again, ran into the ocean with total abandon, frequently jumping up high so as to land on his bottom in the waves. [I was too busy trying to wrestle him out of the Pacific to snap a pic of that so here's some much tamer water play.]
He loves to feed his family, especially the great sport, Grandma, who puts up with his grubby hands and his "Psyche!" game in which he offers the food then renegs.
Once or twice a week, for no discernible reason (except maybe because he's tired), the boy flips out. If you try to help him, like offering to hold him or give him milk or berries, it only makes him madder, indignant even. In those moments, Andy has started using the catch phrase, "Angry Pickle is ANGRY!" The absurdity of the phrase totally diffuses the situation, at least for us, and lets us just ride it out. Who can get mad at an angry pickle, especially when he only comprises 5% of the happy pickle jar?
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