Toddler Logic: Redux

It's been awhile since I've written about the kids I look after. Mostly because a 1 year old is adorable, but doesn't have much to say.

Hannah, the darling two year old I care for, luckily has lots to say and a logic all her own.

Hannah goes up to her sister, the one year old Emma, and starts banging her on the nose and screaming, "Emma, Emma, Emma" in her face. Emma is screaming, naturally, so I tell Hannah to stop because Emma doesn't like that.

Hannah gives me a genuinely confused look and says, "Yes, Emma likes that."

I reply, "Sweetie, if she's crying it means she's unhappy."

Hannah thought about this for a moment, then nodded her head in agreement.

I Would Have Thought The Lesson Would Have Sunk In...

Once again I forgot to always have a paper towel in my pocket.  Magnus had a big oua and a big cry.  Halfwya through the forest and he's got snot running down his face and onto my sweatshirt.  Big, big shoe laces.  I didn't know what else to do, so I had him use my sweatshirt as a tissue.  

I also forgot about the toddler snot until after I'd been sitting in class for about an hour.  I look at my shoulder and see this white stain.  I guess it's a fashion statement of sorts...

...or a battle scar.

The Many Moods of Magnus

Magnus was afraid of me again this morning.  I think Magnus has figured out that when he's with me, his parents sometimes leave.  This makes our relationship rather interesting.  Sometimes he wants to play with me, other times he runs from me screaming.

Last night, I gave him a bath and put him to bed.  He asked a few times for his mom, but he wasn't overly upset by her absence.  I was able to distract him before any clouds burst.  Thankfully, Magnus will go straight to sleep when put in his bed, so there were no crying fits in the night.

This morning, Linda wanted me to get Magnus ready for play group.  Magnus refused to go anywhere without his dad.  With much coaxing he let me dress him, but he refused to look at me.  I tried to give him a sticker, and he angrily refused it.  But he soon decided it would look nice on his backpack.  We then made peace by playing with his Eyore doll.  He stuck close to his dad until he was having so much fun he forgot he didn't like me.

Linda came with me to play group after she returned home.  There was no way Magnus would go peacefully without her.  Linda stayed almost the entire time.  Magnus would sometimes play with me, and sometimes run from me.  We ate lunch together with relatively few hiccups.  He wouldn't talk to me, but he'd listen to me.  

We walked home together alone.  Magnus ignored me for a bit, but quickly warmed when I asked him to look for blueberries, mushrooms, and hop down the path.  By the end of the walk we were holding hands and he was excitedly talking to me.  

The rest of the day has been the same off and on behavior.  He has been a little sick these past few days, I'm sure that doesn't help.