I just wanted to say thanks to all of you for listening last week to my emotional hurlage!
When I picked up Urban Kid 1 from art class -- all bundled up and waiting forlornly in the waiting area while the rest of her class asked, "where's she going?" -- she quietly got into the car. In fact, she was pretty quiet the rest of the day. I almost started to feel bad for her, especially when I told Urban Dad my solution. His response was to do a quick suck of air through his front teeth and say, "wow, I mean, that's pretty harsh, isn't it?" When I launched at him with demands for his ideas to the problem, he quickly backed off, however.
This past Tuesday, Alien Urban Kid 1 did not appear. At the first sign of a possible visit from AUK1, all I had to say was, "am I packing you a lunch or not?" and whooooosh, AUK1 flew away and disappeared, leaving behind my lovely angel daughter. She was perfect the rest of the morning. She even asked, "how can I help, Mom?" a few times. I almost didn't wake up from my faint in time to get her to art class!
There's another hook I'm using too: a cute pink watering can from Target. (i looked for a picture to post, but i guess it's too small of an item) She begged and begged for it when we were there. I finally relented, but with a condition: she has to be good for one whole week. The coveted watering can is on top of the fridge, with the receipt plainly visible from its top opening. So far, her week of being good has started over... twice. But I think she'll get there.
Y'know how there are books about pregnancy? And about toddlerhood? I'm thinking that I may see if there's some sort of Special Forces publication about Pych-Ops. I may need it.