I was recently told I have the patience of Job… and I know why. I feel it… every… day.
This past Christmas, our twin boys were given more stuffed animal friends, one of which was hugging a new blanket, as well. Matthew, our younger of the two (ha! younger by a minute!), is VERY particular about his things. We already knew that, but now it’s taken off to a whole new level.
Christmas evening, we decided to move their new toys into their beds. We changed diapers like normal and placed Matthew in bed first. Oh. My. Gosh. He totally freaked out! He was screaming and throwing the new animals and looking at us like, “how dare you put these new things in MY bed!”
Of course, I quickly grabbed them all out and threw them on the floor apologizing for something I didn’t realize was such a bad thing. Well, then, he starts pitching a fit AGAIN.
My next thought… “what am I supposed to do with this?!?!” (this being the stuffed animals, his bew blanket, my kid, etc. ~ pick one!) After several minutes of having to read between his “eeeehhh” whining, I was able to figure out that 1) he did NOT want them in his bed… HOWEVER, 2) he did NOT want them out of his sight on the floor.
So I did what any other parent would do…
I stood there, staring at the crib, thinking, “REALLY?!”
The only thing I could come up with at that point was to carefully balance each new stuffed animal on the surrounding edges of the bed. His new blanket went on one end, draped over the crib siderail. A new snowman friend hung out on top of it, balanced in the corner, while a new long-legged, long-armed friend sat perched on the opposite corner. Fortunately, their changing table backs up to his crib, so I was able to use that for his new hippo pillow pet.
So, I’m sure by now you are wondering, “how on earth do you remember where you put everything?” I remember because Matthew won’t let us forget. Ever since that first night, each toy has to go exactly where it was. If it’s not perfect, he screams or whines until it’s fixed & in it’s place.
I hope I didn’t feed the bit of OCD coming out in him that first night, but it’s the only thing I could think to do.
Oh well! You win some. You lose some. And some you just stick on the side of a crib.