As this weekend was a long weekend, Ayla insisted we take a day off from home renovation and have a fun day. I had planned to spend it with Sarah and Abigail, and had originally suggested to zoo, however, Ayla had other plans. Canada's Wonderland. Sarah and I weighed the pros and cons of going on a Holiday Monday, and decided that we would go early. So off we went to enjoy beautiful sunshine, and some funny moments.
I have noticed the competitive story telling comes out in Ayla in groups, when she does not know people or is with kids her own or similar age groups. I think I was the same. If someone has a story about laughing so hard they peed in their pants, she tells the one about how when she was getting changed in her room, I made her laugh so hard she peed on the floor. She would have peed in her pants, had she had pants on, but instead she peed on the floor, and then had to run around and wipe up said pee after leaving a trail on the way to the bathroom. Which then made us laugh some more. Without pee the second time around, though. As annoying as the trait is, I was exactly like this, possibly I still am.
We had countered, finally, the eating of ice in public placed or when outside of our own personal homes, to be specific. We were over at Kimberley's and Ayla had her dirty hands in ther drink and then in the ice bowl that Kim had placed on the table. I spoke to Ayla about this and told her it was not acceptable dinner table behaviour. Again at Macaroni Grill, another ice incident. At this point I told her that her ice eating career was over. Forever. She was shocked, and didn't think I was serious. So for the next 4 times she went to drink ice out of her cup in public and before she could get a cube in her mouth, I said "Not a chance!" Finally yesterday, she told Sarah and Abigail that she was not allowed to eat ice in public. Ever. She tossed the ice without even trying to eat it. One small battle for Auntie Tanya. I mean really, the bacteria alone in those ice machines...
So yesterday's lesson was about gracious acceptance of disappointment. Abigail was too little to go on the Behemoth Roller Coaster. Ayla expressed her sorrow and grief by saying "Awww. But I really wanted to go!" So I looked over and told her, quite sternly, to get over it and move on. When we got home, I explained to her that the appropriate response to having to change an expectation to accommodate a friend's inability to participate in an event was to use it as an opportunity to go and do said activity another time. not to whine like a 2 year old and hold her breath until she was blue in the face. I think I got through. I don't think she liked the sound of her words coming out of my mouth.
So, all this adventure to end up with a bit of Roller Coaster Sickness. She was nauseous last night for a bit and still a bit jostled this morning. I asked her if she wanted to stay home from camp and she said "No!, She was JUST SAYING...". Tonight will be a quiet night for her. I had her drink some vitamin water (B+potassium), so we'll see if camp calls to tell me she upchucked her mini croissant sandwiches.
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