"Eight-thirty and all's well!"
After a horrific morning with Ryan...to the extent that Meg finally had to just pick him up and carry him to the car...the rest of the day went swimmingly. Sort of. Ryan had a thundercloud over his head (Grandpa called it a "surly mood") when I picked them up at the end of the day. In short order, however, he settled down. The rest of the evening went okay. Ryan was in bed, never to be heard from again, by 7:30. Robin, an hour later. Meg is ensconced in her room desperately trying to finish projects for work and school.
Meg and I have been grasping at straws about Ry's behavior. Here's what we know:
1. As an infant, he loved being swaddled...restricted by blankets, etc. 2. He had no self-comforters. Never sucked his thumb or used a pacifier. 3. He did well in regular day care where the schedule was exact...meals and naps at regular times. 4. He keeps score about what he gets vs. what Robin gets. For instance, Robin's school shoes failed. We had to get new ones. He objected that she had new shoes and he didn't... I wonder sometimes if I'm the problem. I spent more time with him after school today. He responded. I don't have any answers! I think fatigue plays a big factor in his behavior. We just have to find the secret to getting him to nap when it's time.
Speaking of time to nap, Grandma is tired! Off to La-La-Land for me.
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