Irresistible
My version of a mom win can be a smidge twisted at times, but I have put forth substantial effort to earn the majority of my questionable parenting choices credits. A few noteworthy exceptions include calling their attention to the radio when the song “Baby Got Back” came on, showing the kids how to ask the Amazon Echo to tell bad jokes, leaving my kids unattended near open paint pens, accidentally giggling when one kid de-pantsed another kid thus unintentionally creating a day packed with alternating incidences of angry pantless children, and encouraging my daughter to touch a duckling when the mother duck was in range. I have two additional thoughts on that last point. 1. I wasn’t using my brain. 2. That mama bird was much faster than one might have anticipated, but perhaps the universal concept of never ever touching wild ducklings should have been enough. And now I know why.
Nevertheless I am currently ecstatic at the sheer genius (self-designated) of the latest mealtime game that I invented yesterday. Everyone adores it! Correction – almost everyone adores it.
The game consists of all members in attendance at the meal doing the wave in a clockwise loop around the table each time our toddler raises her hands up. So her hands go up and then I toss both of my arms in the air as I holler “Wooooo!!!” and immediately it continues on with my next person and the next, etc. We love it, but incredibly, she is not a fan. She is the wave buster and adamantly refuses to keep the pattern going. (Why is there always one holdout section when everyone else wants to do the wave?!?!) There is no rage or crying on her part. Her reaction is one of crossed arms combined with an annoyed squinty irritated look that holds the same weight as an adult’s eye roll coupled with the international greeting.
No, it’s not that kind of wave, but I didn’t have enough sequential pictures to give an accurate visual representation of the game. I opted for an entirely inaccurate visual instead.
How could this possibly be a win? I’ll send her to your house for a bit, and you can watch her rain crumbs in a ten mile circle with every upward launch of those sticky hands. The win will become crystal clear. Plus it’s stone cold funny.
Having a toddler is wonderful, beautiful, and, more often than you might imagine, excruciatingly painful. I fully believe that whomever first used the phrase “loves hurts” had a little child and that those words were spoken in direct reference to something that the kid did. As I type this, I am sporting a genuine black eye from where my own kid-shaped tornado clocked me in the head a few days ago at mommy and me gymnastics. It was fantastic when she slammed into my face while fifty sets of eyes were pointing my direction. Because I have a “never let em see you sweat” response to public embarrassment, I responded with a veiled attempt to play it cool. This is how we roll folks. The gymnastics Olympians do this to their coaches, too. No broken eye socket – hahaha. Look away all of you wenches!! Look away!!!
Another annoying move she has add to her endless bag o’ tricks is her recent practice of goosing us randomly in our hineys. Even our dogs don’t do this to us. No one knows exactly why she started this move, but everyone knows that WE WANT IT TO STOP NOW. Unfortunately she finds our total surprise and unnerved reactions to be quite comical. We have yet to break the pattern and may have to create a new variation of the wave technique in response to this as well.
As a parent, you have to be willing to get creative when it comes to changing certain kid behaviors. If you are thinking that our game has less to do with creativity and more to do with passive aggressive behavior on our part, then you are wise. I would also wager that you have no crazy small children or you have those weird well-behaved ones. And if that’s the case, I’m jealous, good job, and fat congrats to you. Just don’t bother trying to find that here.
I do feel compelled to add that my little game may already be backfiring on me. Shock. Awe. Amazement. Yawn. She knew right out of the gate that we were messing with her and initially was rather displeased. However as of this morning, she appeared to be trying to initiate a round of it. I may have actually taught her that waving her hands in the air like she doesn’t care is the way to go to engage the group. So I’m basically looking at five times the crumb cleanup and a small kid who will be leading the charge. And there goes my win. Again.
Just know that one day not too far down the road, I will be able to buy a full page ad for her school yearbooks. Those ads will have space for sentiments of love and joy. And photos. Aaaaaany photos I choose. I’m looking at you photo of dancing toddler in boots and a diaper.
I will get my win. Someday. Somehow. And soon.
***MoJo***
Momentum of Joy 