The endless "why" stage and newfound expression involving whining, crying, and "I don't want to," has helped us dig deeply into our patience reserves. Just when I thought we sailed through the "terrible twos," Sekani will now let us know at any time, place, or volume if something is bothering him. Last night, at bed time, he was upset because he wanted his bedspread "in clumps" rather than lying flat. "It's not clumpy enough and the clumps won't stay," he whimpered as his last attempt to stay up a few moments longer. I told him that his bedspread was one big clump party, and reminded him that it was more important to feel comfortable than worry about clumpage. He was ok with that response. Phew.
A few weeks ago, Sekani started daycare five days a week while I went back to paid full-time work. I feel so lucky to have spent the first three years with him, but change has been a beautiful thing. Although he complains every other morning about going to school, we have fun listening to him share his experiences about his friends, teachers, and classroom pets--guinea pigs, hermit crabs, and mealworms.
