I’ve said this before and I’m saying it again. One day you are going to turn around and knock the crap out of your brother… and I’m going to pretend like I didn’t even see it. I can see how rivalry forms. I see the seeds in your brother who doesn’t understand why you are allowed to throw food on the floor and he is not. Why you do not get put into time out for snatching that sucker out of his hands or for trying to climb the gate. To him it looks like he has rules to follow, but you do not.
It’s getting close to the time for you to have rules to follow. You still don’t quite understand the whole “No” thing. You know that it means you aren’t supposed to do whatever it is that you are doing, but don’t remember the next day, (or next hour) not to do it again. Your impulse control is pretty good for one so small and it’s starting to get a little easier with the both of you.
Although I feel like I must mention that no matter how much talking to, or distraction we give you, trying to climb into the dishwasher… Never. Gets. Old. It doesn’t matter what you are doing, you will stop and toddle over to investigate. Oh the wonder! Oh, all of the different smells! I’ve taken to loading or unloading when you are strapped into your highchair, so you simply sit and eat, gazing at the open dishwasher like it’s an episode of Blue’s Clues. Also, knocking the keyboard and mouse off of the desk tray. As soon as your Dad or I leave the computer, you come barreling in at full speed, because you know that the keyboard has returned to it’s proper location and you will at all costs put a stop to THAT.
And oh the running around the house. There is nothing cuter that you fast-walking while making little side to side figure 8 motions with your head, except maybe just you running in general, which looks like you are doing the twist while jogging. You love to run. In fact, you seldom walk to get from place to place. Walking is reserved for areas that are too close for even a short sprint.
Last week, I turned you and Connor loose in the backyard and then sat out on the deck and read my book while you played, only having to look up for minor fussing or to reiterate that we do NOT hit with sticks. It was the first time in three years I’ve been able to do that and that little bit of quiet time was enough to fill me up for the rest of the day.
You’ve moved to the table for dinner. This week, I tossed aside your high chair try and moved you to the table with a paper plate. It took once or twice for you to determine if you threw the plate on the floor you were finished with your food, but once you decided it was much more fun to eat than toss the plate, you were good to go.
I’ve also packed up your bottles, determined to put you to bed with a sippy at night instead and well, you are pretty pissed about it. The past few times we’ve put you down, we hand you the sippy and you yell NO! and then throw it. You yell in rage, for about 60 seconds and then settle down to go to sleep. And that is how we weaned you from the bottle.
You will slide down the slides at the park that the big kids go down. You will climb anything that the big kids climb. It has never even occurred to you that you can’t do this or that. To quote a Star Wars character, (this is at LEAST 50 geek points) “Do or do not. There is no try” I love that, because I know, as long as you believe in you, like we do, you’ll be just fine.
Love,
Mommy
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