I used to wonder how people learned manipulation. Some people are really good at it. I figured it was something observed and then mimicked.
That is until I caught Keith manipulating me.
I changed my mind. Keith used to be a great sleeper. We would put him to bed around 7:30. He would go right to bed and then sleep until 8:00 at the earliest in the morning. No fuss, no arguments. It was brilliant.
Naps were the same way.
And then we moved in with my inlaws.
Going to bed is quite the ordeal. I consider it a good night if he is asleep by ten. He has taken to standing at the door and screaming and crying. I have to go somewhere I can't hear the noise or else my heart breaks.
I mean have you ever tried to withstand a pathetically crying toddler with these words "Mommy! I love you. Let me out. Mommy, want kisses. Want to hug you. Keithy needs you Mommy! Let me out. Come get me."?
My child is clever. He is brilliant. Especially because he knows his Paca (his name for Grandpa) gives in after the first 30 seconds of crying. I am learning to ignore it. Paca begs me to give in.
I tell you what, bedtime is now rough.
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