Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Romance of a Rainy Day

Whenever the sky fades into its misty gray and the rain darkens my sidewalks and feeds my plants, I wax nostalgic with a dash of poetic sentiment.  I always imagine out my day.  A day full of popcorn, books, cuddles, and hot drinks.  Unfortunately it is a rare occasion when my ideals and my imagination cross paths.

For example, today is laundry day.  While I would much rather pull out an umbrella and go dancing in the rain with Keith, then return when we are cold and soaked to the bone to drink some pipping hot cocoa, we would not have any clean clothes tomorrow if I gave in to my dreams.

However, I am happy to say that while I cannot have my dream day, Keith can still have the one I imagine is perfect for him.  See, it all started a few weeks ago when I decided he had enough television.  We chose two shows he could watch in the morning (Dinosaur Train and The Electric Company) and then no more tele for the rest of the day.  The first day was hard.  The second day was a bit easier.  The third day was a dream!  The tantrums seem to have disappeared, the creativity is up about 500%, and he is just plain nicer.  Who would have thought the television would have such an adverse effect?

And so, here are pictures to document our last rainy day adventure.

I do have to laugh, though.  Keith is so much like Jeffrey in so many ways, but in the book category, he is all my own.  We find him reading in bed by flashlight.  Often we will go in his room to get him up from his nap and find him sitting in bed reading.  He sleeps with his books now.  That's my boy!  Teach them when they are young, right?
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