What a difference a year makes
NJ is so grown up, now. At six and a half, he is suddenly remarkably mature, at least some of the time. CJ and AG are still five and a half, and they throw spectacular tantrums some of the time. Screaming, whining tantrums about what seat they sit in in the car or what kind of smoothie to pick at the store.
NJ will look at me these times as if he is embarrassed by this. It panics him a little bit. He usually wants me to give in and do whatever it is they like. But what’s interesting is that he is willing to make changes so that they calm down. Yesterday, for example, he agreed to share the kind of smoothie that he didn’t like–he wanted strawberry, CE wanted orange. I told him that was very kind. And it was.