Pick Your Battles

Today I bumped into Matthew's mum at Micah's school.

I am glad we managed to have a few minutes of exchange, along with 2 other ladies. And this was what I learnt from her :
Pick Your Battles.

She mentioned speaking to this other lady about coping with Matthew's tantrums, etc. and this phrase came out - Pick Your Battles.

Wise words indeed. For we do not wish to be picking on our kids all the time and be an over-bearing mom. Of late, maybe because of my pregnancy, or maybe of other emotional turmoils, I have often had to check myself in my speech, and also in my tone and my volume.

Sometimes, I know, it is also the external factor of "other adults" that make me feel worked up.

Anyway...

My boys are finally asleep.

Tried getting them to bed at 9.30pm but they were just too excited, jumping on the bed and rolling all over the place.
I gave up calling --> coaxing -->scolding. So I decided not to pick this as a battle.

I went out of our room to do some laundry. They both ended up playing with their Lego blocks in the back room where I was folding the clothes. Good enough. At least they are not physically too active. Gadget-daddy was asleep by the time the boys and I came back in. Got them ready for bed.

Max was so tired he fell asleep without needing to nurse.
Micah chatted a little with me, requesting a snuggle and was soon in dreamland too.

So I finally managed to catch up with some of your blogs.

Now the little one in me is having a hic-up, so kicking me in a rhythmic pattern.
My back is also calling me to give it a break, so I too am heading off to dream land.

Good night.

Synchronized sleeping?

They are just perfect angels when sleeping.