Toddler Tuesday: Bad habits, from mother to son

Vegan Goodness:
Today we ate . . .

  • Breakfast: Green smoothies for Mom and LP, followed by the biscuits for everyone – they were an LP request!
  • Lunch: After a fun trip to the Museum of Science we indulged in a special lunch treat: Burgers, fries and a milkshake (all of the vegan variety) at Veggie Galaxy
  • Dinner: Beet pasta
  • Mom and Dad had some dark chocolate for dessert

Money Matters:

Today we spent the following:

  • $8.50 for parking at the Museum of Science
  • $6.00 for a tip on our lunch out (we had a groupon and gift card for the rest)

Tuesday Toddler Update:

When I was a kid I had a bad habit of twisting my hair.  I even had several kinds of ways of twirling the strands around my fingers.  Occasionally I was aware of doing this, but most often it was an unconscious habit, much like biting ones nails or grinding ones teeth.  This resulted in lots of tangles, occasional loss of hair, and once having to get a huge, huge knot cut out.  I finally kicked the habit years ago, although it still manifests itself when I’m really, really tired (like I am all the time, since it has been about 7 months since I slept for more than 8 hours in a row).

Why do I bring up my sordid hair-twisting past?  Because, apparently, I passed this jewel of a nervous habit down to my son.  Now that the baby is sleeping in LP’s room I get to see LP sleeping, or just waking up from sleep, or trying to fall asleep.  He has started twisting his hair in these moments.  Just a little strand, right in the front where his bangs are when he gets a hair cut.  I totally recognize this absent, unaware twirling of the finger, the pulling of the hair, and the brief awareness that comes when he tries to pull his hand away from his head, only to realize that strands of hair are strung around his index finger.  We’ve tried telling him to stop, but I resigned myself to just letting me know when he is doing it rather than expecting him to consciously stop himself.  It is a strange little reminder of myself as a child, and not at all the one I would have picked, or expected, to find in my son.  I hope he is able to un-learn this little quirk soon, but I wonder if something else might take it’s place.  Apparently we don’t get to always choose what we pass down to our kids.

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