And when I felt my stomach seize up after the movie I did not, repeat, DID NOT suggest we bail on dinner. I sucked it up, told myself there was a bathroom at the restaurant, and kept my mouth shut. I'm pretty proud of myself. We went to a fancy restaurant and the food was supremely mediocre, but even that was sort of interesting. I'm a food snob through and through, but it isn't about gourmet for me. I just want food to be delicious. Z told me about another place he'd like to take me to that's on the fancier side of things, but he said if I don't love that we can stick with the awesome (and cheap) pub across the street from his work where I can get a half order of most excellent fish and chips and be happy as a clam. Bottom line: I agreed to more dates. And I'm looking forward to them. As long as he stops trying to convince me that I will magically start to like meatloaf if I make it at home for him. We wasted a bizarre amount of time on that topic. Zeke: I love you. I will happily make you meatloaf. I will not eat it myself. I will not ever start to like it. Please never bring it up again.
So we are feeling pretty good at our house. I'm not loving the lows of last week combined with the highs of the last few days, but I'm aware of the crazy mood swings. And I think the pregnancy hormones are bringing more to the party than I acknowledge a lot of the time. So on to a quick question or two for my fellow parents...
How do you instill empathy in your children? When is it age appropriate for your child to develop empathy? Little man is so very wonderful in a million ways, but he goes not get that his actions can cause pain in others. It might be completely ridiculous that I'm expecting him to have that realization at 23 months, but his comprehension and verbal skills are so advanced it just makes sense to me that he'd also develop some feelings about those around him. Last week our lovely friend invited us over to play with her two dogs and they were excellently behaved around T. And T was just too rough. Both dogs were significantly larger than him, and he had no problem stepping on them and using the opposite of gentle touches. About a month and a half ago I caught him purposely stepping on another dog's leg. I was so embarrassed and frankly, frustrated at him. I think part of the reason he isn't careful is our cranky old cat loves babies and will let him do anything to her without repercussion, but I also want him to know he is hurting these animals! And I want him to want to not hurt them! How do I teach him? Smart parents out there, please share your secrets! And would you mind assuring me that these are not the signs of a sociopath?
Z took this pre-date. Next time perhaps I'll actually iron the dress and do something with my hair and maybe for the love of god put on lip gloss or something.
After the date. Crap pictures, but I was just trying to get him to stop making crazy faces. And to cut it out with trying to lift the baby off of my body. Was not successful in that department. I assure you it was not physically comfortable for me, and I'm guessing New Guy wasn't crazy about it either.
T was pretty excited he could see us in the phone. We couldn't convince him to look in the mirror.