We are having a week of limbo. J just started his new preschool Monday. G doesn't start school until the 26th, so he's been with my mom. They have had some great days together. Today they went to the pool, and G was so sweet to one of the other kids there. He helped her look for her special toy and was trying to be a good friend.
I picked him up and got lots of hugs. The medicine had worn off, and he was a little wild, but I like the wild hugs the best.
We got home and dinner was a joint effort. While my husband and I were working on different dinner things, the boys were playing. They tussled a bit over who had a toy first, but I wasn't too worried. J was doing his typical "scream when my brother looks at me" routine. I don't know what set things off, but I looked over to see G choking J.
Now, I'm don't want to act like the boys don't get rough with each other. But I wasn't prepared for this. It was both hands around the neck. I snapped. I yelled and sent G up to his room. After a few minutes, I had him come downstairs and I fed him a simple dinner. Then I took him up and put him to bed. Softy that I am, I gave him three books to look at. (He was in bed nearly two hours earlier than last night- big change.)
I just feel so bad for J. Mind you, J can be an obnoxious little brother at times. Choking is just a whole other level than pushing or hitting, at least in my mind. G was very sorry about the incident, and I have no doubt that his regret is real. I just hope that my reaction and the consequences will be enough to prevent round two of this fight.
This part of parenthood is the pits.
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