Mom the Decepticon

I was finally able to convince Jack to wear another of the new shirts I bought him.  This time, it was the black shirt that says “DUDE!”  Jack has been talking a lot about good guys and bad guys lately and somehow got it into his head that good guys wear white and bad guys wear black.  He is also quite obsessed with Transformers.  Using these two pieces of information, I cleverly manipulated my 3.5 year old:

“Jack, do you want to dress up like a Decepticon?  This shirt has a D on it for Decepticon!”

“Do I get to be a bad guy?”

“Yup, you go for it, dude!”

And thus I convinced my son to wear a new shirt and believe HE was the Decepticon.  Motherhood is great for honing my skills of deception…at least, for the preschool crowd.

Sometimes ya gotta get mean

I bought Jack some new clothes recently.  He had grown out of all of his long sleeved shirts and it’s been cold and rainy here.  I bought some uber cute shirts from The Children’s Place featuring things like guitars and monsters on the front.  Only problem?  He refuses to wear them.  He says he doesn’t like ANY of them, claiming: “Those are BAD shirts.”  Yesterday Jack ended up in a too-small shirt at daycare because it was the only old piece of clothing that was clean and his fit was monstrous (especially after I tried to bribe him with a cookie and when it didn’t work, I withheld the cookie, which led to a 30 minute tantrum).

When Jack tried to put up another fight this morning, I decided to play hardball.  I asked nicely first and then when he refused…

“Jack, if you don’t pick a shirt to wear, I’m going to send you out in the rain without one.”

“Noooooooooooooo!”

“Which shirt do you want to wear?”

“I don’t like those shirts, moooooom!”

*opening the front door to show him the pouring rain* “Okay, let’s go.  No shirt for you!  You’re going naked in the rain.”

“Nooooooo, I’ll put a shirt on!”

And so he did.  He whined but I got a (pirate monkey) shirt on him and his new waterproof jacket and we got out the door without too much frustration.

Let it be known that I do not negotiate with terrorists, even (especially!) three year old ones.

Peals of laughter

Six weeks ago we bought balloons for Jack’s birthday party.  Surprisingly, they have proved to be a fantastic investment.  One of the helium balloons has rallied and is even now standing tall in the dining room.  We are keeping an eye on it to see just how long it lasts.  These are the types of things a person does for entertainment during a recession, y’all.

We also have some regular balloons and about half of them are still inflated.  Tonight Jack decided to go nuts with them.  He called them his ninja balloons and insisted that David participate in a ninja fight with him.  For a good HOUR he giggled his head off while they battled with the balloons.  All I had to do was sit there and tickle his neck every now and then while making a weird sound (that’s how I do ninja, yo) and he would dissolve into giggles again.

I love nights like this, when the entertainment is a simple matter of goofing around for a while.  I love the sound of Jack’s laughter and I can’t help but grin when I hear it.  No matter what has happened during the day, that carefree kid always manages to cheer me up.

Rocket Ride

I finally caught Jack on camera with his imagination running rampant. Now you can experience the rocket obsession for yourself!

Rocket Ride