March 4, 2013 by Katia
Just another lazy morning here, chez nous, with 6 Month Old waking up at 5:00 a.m., 3 Year Old at 5:30 and me coming to terms (but not really) with the fact that this is probably as good as it’s going to get, since 6 Month Old did sleep through the night. Un petit “tantruming while awaking” occurs. Not a biggie. This one is a “why is it not Saturday” tantrum. It erupted when I responded “non” to the first words out of 3 Year Old’s mouth “is it Saturday yet?”. Good morning would have been nice, but hey, I just had 6 hours of sleep and right before waking up Donnie Wahlberg promised me front row seats (yes, OK?) so what’s with the bitchy attitude, anyway?!
I come up with some reasonable explanations for “why is it not Saturday?”, including “because it’s Friday” but it doesn’t help. 3 Year Old stretches his arms, legs and vowels in bed and “STILL want(s) it to be Saaaturdaaaay!!!” so we head downstairs, but as usual he wants me to lift him up while I’m holding 6 Month Old, and I STILL haven’t figured out how to do it, so we head downstairs separately only to go back up in search of this.
His Ninjago Kai sword (or a toy baseball bat, depends who’s looking).
Great, I’m going to let him entertain himself. French parenting is all about teaching children self sufficiency and saving parents tons of time. And Sleep.
I spend the rest of the morning ducking and covering while Ninjago Kai and Ninjago Sidekick Baby (3 Year Old’s words) practice their swordsmanship. Ninjago Sidekick Baby mainly chews on his sword with great concentration but sometimes he swings it to hit me on the head or knock down an unfinished glass of warmish tea from the table. On the table, of course, there’s also cheese, wine, croissants, a baguette, macaroons and a certain je ne sais quoi which nobody cleaned since last night.
This pre sunrise duck and cover drill is catching me off guard, quite honestly. The post tantrum hour was spent in a fairly civilized manner. We were reading this Russian children’s book
that brings about a real sense of nostalgie for me, but then when the spider got slaughtered by the mosquito (it’s a Russian children’s book, what did you expect? I wasn’t always French, OK?) 3 Year Old had to know “did he win? did he hit the spider on the head? Did he poop?” and just like that the conversation got diverted to poop, which gave 6 Month Old the opportunity to grab the book and try to eat it. And then it was Ninjago Kai time. Names and weapons were assigned by 3 Year Old. Oh, nice to meet you, by the way, I am Eviler (Evil-er) and this is my weapon.
Right after that he demanded a glass of milk with his cheerios (with milk) and drank the cheerios from his bowl.
“Mommy, I STILL want it be Saturday!”
* La Pause, apparently, is one of the principles that French parents practice and it can save precious time and SLEEP to parents of newborns. The article below was my first introduction to the topic: