Coping Strategies
Dec. 10th, 2003 03:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojI am ever so glad I decided to keep Justin outdoors today. After being subjected to ultra-Stitchness Monday and Tuesday after he got back from the sitter's, I was kind of dreading having him all to myself all day today. I mentioned to Chris that we might stay outside most of the day and he said, "Good idea. First thing in the morning, toss him out the door. If he behaves well for an hour, he can have his boots."
Not a bad plan, that ;)
So we went for a walk in the forest, had a picnic at the pool on the other side of the forest, I recited "Promises to Keep" and he wanted to know what promises those were, came back, had warm milk, then set off to get some groceries, stopping at Burger King on the way for lunch. Didn't get back home until about 1:30. He went straight to nap with no fuss at all - I think I'd actually worn him out with about 3 hours of hiking in the cold.
Go. Me. I wore out a three-year old.
He was still whiny and irritable, and I most probably would have killed him had we been at home. As it was, his irritability was only mildly annoying, and fairly easy to redirect; "Oh, look at that fallen tree! How do you think it died?"
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Not a bad plan, that ;)
So we went for a walk in the forest, had a picnic at the pool on the other side of the forest, I recited "Promises to Keep" and he wanted to know what promises those were, came back, had warm milk, then set off to get some groceries, stopping at Burger King on the way for lunch. Didn't get back home until about 1:30. He went straight to nap with no fuss at all - I think I'd actually worn him out with about 3 hours of hiking in the cold.
Go. Me. I wore out a three-year old.
He was still whiny and irritable, and I most probably would have killed him had we been at home. As it was, his irritability was only mildly annoying, and fairly easy to redirect; "Oh, look at that fallen tree! How do you think it died?"
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
