For the second day in a row we set a record low: 42°F today, before warming to our high of 69°F. Oddly enough, the record high for Killeen for May 3 was set last year, and the previous record low was set the previous year.
In the morning, RLF and I went to Lowes to get a little more sealant for the concrete expansion joint that I’d mentioned yesterday. I think I’m finished with it now. During that trip out, she was really good, but the rest of the day she pushed all my buttons.
Let me say this: I recognize myself in her behavior. I’ve been known to have the ability to be in a good mood and seemingly doing the right thing while angering someone else immensely — then it looks like it’s their fault. I’ve even caught myself doing it on purpose. I’m sure there’s a name for this kind of behavior. She does it to me. She’ll be in a good mood and even obedient (albeit slowly or incompletely sometimes), but somehow get me twisted up. (I’m not schooled in the terminology of social behavior, so forgive me if I’m not expressing this clearly.)
But it wasn’t really a bad day overall.
She did ask for “The B Book”, which is a Berenstain Bears book we got at the library some time ago, and checked in several weeks ago. Then she asked for a different book that we’d had at the same time. Her long term memory is getting better.
At supper, she asked for a cookie (“dootee”). We told her she could have one if she ate everything on her plate (it wasn’t a lot; just leftovers from the supper she didn’t eat yesterday). She got about halfway through and then began dawdling, as usual. Had to be reminded to eat another bite, to chew, to swallow, to not stuff in more food until she swallows. Basic eating type stuff. The last three bites took 15 minutes and involved pleas and tears, and fake requests to go to the bathroom and fake “I’m sleepy”. It reminded me of six months ago, when getting her to eat was our hugest trial every day. Then she brightened up and asked for a “dootee”. No.
One marked improvement recently is sentence length. I think she set a new record today. It was cool and I told her she needed to wear her hat if she rode her bumper car out of the garage into the wind (30mph). “Daddy, I don’ wun to wear my hat; my teet’s [feet are] hot and I nigh [like] winny [windy].” That’s 15 words, more or less. I’m not sure what her feet had to do with it, but they were indeed sweaty, so I accepted her argument and let her go without a hat.
Lesson: Just because Daddy’s cold and wearing a coat doesn’t mean Rebecca’s cold. Rebecca is rarely cold.