Little problem solver
I was trying to get Mallory and I out the door this morning on my own. We were done with breakfast and were upstairs trying to get dressed. Things were going well. I’d managed to pick out some clothes for her that she liked, and I laid them out for her in her room.
“Okay, I’m going to go get dressed now,” I said, figuring she’d maybe get an arm out of a sleeve by the time I came back, but it’s always a surprise to see how much she can actually do on her own.
“But I can’t,” she said.
“Okay, well, can you play here for a bit while I get dressed?” I asked.
“But I need someone,” she said,
Irene and I have been hearing this a lot as we try to get her to play, eat, dress or pretty much do anything on her own. It’s hard to get her
“Well, sweetie, I need to get dressed, one way or another because I can’t go to work in my underwear.” Mallory started to get upset.
I sat down with her on her bed and we cuddled a bit. I tried to tell her again that I needed her to get dressed or play while I got dressed. She wasn’t having any of it.
“How ’bout I bring my clothes into your room?” she suggested.
Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. I told her that was a fabulous idea. She picked up her clothes, walked them into my room and we proceeded to get dressed together. Talking and laughing all the while.
I know this is a teensy thing. But it’s actually pretty astute problem solving. For a three year old. Actually it was better than I could manage there and then.
