Devon and Carson have been in Chicago for almost a week now. It has been quiet here with just Bryson to entertain Rob and I.
Yesterday Bryson got put into time out because he was irritating me and not listening. After he just wouldn’t stop crying. I was holding him. Then he looked up at me and said, “I guess the brothers will never come home.”
Poor little guy. He doesn’t get the passing of time. I tell him how much longer, but what can that mean to him?
Aww, poor kid. Abby doesn’t get time at all either. At night she’ll get all upset that it’s bedtime because “I already took a nap!” It’s like she doesn’t get that this is still the same day that it was when she went to sleep after lunch. And the whole today/tomorrow/yesterday thing…oy!
I tried to get a calendar and mark off a day every morning, so I could show her “where” all the days were that things were going on. “Here’s the square that shows today–down here is the square for when Gigi and Boppa come to visit. There are 6 squares from here to there, so six more days!” Totally didn’t work. *shrug* Oh well, they’re 3, what can ya do?
By: Alison Strobel Morrow on August 17, 2009
at 9:43 pm