Wesley has been uncharacteristically cheery and helpful over the past few days. (Knock on wood.) As in, instead of dramatically throwing himself to the floor and whining if you ask him to pick up his jacket, he’ll brightly say, “Sure!” and do what you’ve asked.
It’s fantastic and I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but it IS sort of making me wonder when it will inevitably end. (Please not anytime soon.)
Tonight, it was my turn for Wesley’s bedtime routine and we were joking with him that I was tired and that he should put me to bed instead. He happily brushed my teeth (skipping only… all of my upper teeth) and tucked me into bed.
In exchange for his delightful mood, I have been much more likely to sit and do art projects or science experiments with him. I should probably be doing those things anyway, but it’s so much less stressful when you’re not wondering when he’s going to angrily swipe the tub of glitter onto the floor because you looked at him wrong.
Anyway, I am sure this is a phase, as are all things with children, but it’s been a great few days regardless.
I can’t wait for Andrew or Robert to get into this stage. When one has bad moment (more like entire bad days), the other just feeds off of it, meaning I get very few nice, happy, cooperative moments. I completely understand where you’re coming from with not being thrilled to do projects because of unpredictable moodiness.