weRNtheBritzone

For the most part, we have a happy, wild, little boy who loves a cuddle and is at his happiest when the three of us are hanging out. Then we moved to England.

Nearly every morning B gathers all sorts of little things, carry on sizes of shampoo and lotion, some clothes, and various other things and packs to go home. Everyday he askes to go on the bus. He informes me that the bus takes us to the train which in turn goes to London where the planes are and they will take us back to Calgary.When I tell him that we live here now he asked to go to a grandparents house, one day he was so desperate he asked to go for a ride in the Jeep. Anything familiar!

I did a search of how to help your toddler when you move, very helpful. Google suggested  having friends and families help us unpack so we can roam about the house getting used to it, Nope! Google suggests that we buy a doll house and practice moving house before we left, Nope! Google suggests occasional visits back to the old house to show how other ppl are living in it, Nope! Thanks but no thanks child psych experts.

My kid is far from perfect but he is pretty damn good. Prior to this when he would ‘act out’ it would be because he was tired or hungry; typical for a toddler. A snack and/or a cuddle fixed damn near everything. Now the entire day is one big tantrum, where the madder I get the funnier it is to him and the more he does it.

He is fairly easily distracted but now the day is filled with a stream of  B approved activities. You can imagine how it goes when there is an unapproved activity; tears, yelling and flopping. He gives new meaning to squirmy toddler.

(Now that said, those of you with kids may have had an eye roll or two and thought, welcome to the parenting a toddler. I get it. But this is all new to me and so like everyone, new phenomenons in my life get extra attention.)

Paw Patrol and Peppa Pig are his comfort, I think because they are the most familiar. I made a lively and bright picture show of favorite things and ppl from Canada and  set it to music. Fail! He cried watching, asking to go back to see his cousins. Damn.

So now, he gets extra cuddles when he is extra clingy and whinny. He gets to sleep with his light on all night because he dreams about robots coming to get him (although I suspect that more often than not I’m getting played as when every he doesn’t want to do his chores he says “I too sad from the robots”.)  He gets to nap in our bed and he frequently gets whatever he wants (read needs) for comfort. I fear we are creating a monster. Time will tell.

Until then I guess he will just run around the house naked (a recent favorite activity) as he is “too sad of robots” to put anything else other than a sock on one foot and underwear on his head.