Don't Stop Me Now
Queue Queen-
Cabin fever set in this afternoon and the Crime Fighter woke up screaming and grumpy. Clearly he needed to blow off steam. We were about to walk over to some bookstore or other, either the Book Rack, or more likely, Porter Sq., when our neighbors were bundling the kids into the car, headed to the baby gym. The one we have prepaid visits for, thanks to Grandma deb_dus. So, a short bus ride and walk later, we entered the fray. Now, normally in a situation like that, one might expect a 1 1/2 yr. old to hang out near his adult for a while, then enter the fray. No. Nope. Nosirree Bob. The boy launched himself into the room and didn't stop moving for a second for over an hour. I was scarcely required. I only made sure he kept his fingers out of other people's eyes, did not abscond with drinks or snacks or stuffed animals, or go out of bounds. Other than that, I stood back and talked to adults in 2 minute increments. He was in now way disconcerted by anyone or anything for 99.9% of the time, either. Just pin-balled about til he couldn't stand up straight.
From the big snow weekend:
One of the books I'm reading is the Emotional Life of the Toddler, entrope's and others' suggestion. I know the hitting, boneless protests, purposeful head bonking and shrieking will subside, because (most of us) we do not as adults default to that, so clearly you learn it eventually. Should be interesting on gaining this author's perspective on remaining serene through the mini tempests.
ETA: For example, how about we not fight over picking a bedtime story. I'll sit here quietly, ignoring his destruction of the book shelves (ie, throwing all the books to the floor in search of the right book), and eventually he'll bring me a book to read when he's ready in a few minutes.
Cabin fever set in this afternoon and the Crime Fighter woke up screaming and grumpy. Clearly he needed to blow off steam. We were about to walk over to some bookstore or other, either the Book Rack, or more likely, Porter Sq., when our neighbors were bundling the kids into the car, headed to the baby gym. The one we have prepaid visits for, thanks to Grandma deb_dus. So, a short bus ride and walk later, we entered the fray. Now, normally in a situation like that, one might expect a 1 1/2 yr. old to hang out near his adult for a while, then enter the fray. No. Nope. Nosirree Bob. The boy launched himself into the room and didn't stop moving for a second for over an hour. I was scarcely required. I only made sure he kept his fingers out of other people's eyes, did not abscond with drinks or snacks or stuffed animals, or go out of bounds. Other than that, I stood back and talked to adults in 2 minute increments. He was in now way disconcerted by anyone or anything for 99.9% of the time, either. Just pin-balled about til he couldn't stand up straight.
From the big snow weekend:
One of the books I'm reading is the Emotional Life of the Toddler, entrope's and others' suggestion. I know the hitting, boneless protests, purposeful head bonking and shrieking will subside, because (most of us) we do not as adults default to that, so clearly you learn it eventually. Should be interesting on gaining this author's perspective on remaining serene through the mini tempests.
ETA: For example, how about we not fight over picking a bedtime story. I'll sit here quietly, ignoring his destruction of the book shelves (ie, throwing all the books to the floor in search of the right book), and eventually he'll bring me a book to read when he's ready in a few minutes.