I gave Luke some kid's yogurt today. I took the foil top off and gave it to him to lick, and he then proceeded to eat most of the carton using the foil lid as a spoon. It really didn't work very well, but whenever I offered him a spoon he said "No!" and continued with his lid project. I shouldn't complain, he did eat almost the entire serving and he didn't get any dishes dirty.
We were sitting on the porch after breakfast and he was playing in the sandbox. He then found a dishrag, probably one he had brought out earlier in the year. He started "cleaning", got a bright idea, went over to the sandbox and dipped the rag in the sandbox. He tried to wipe sand all over the seat, the floor and me before I took the rag away. Apparently things weren't dirty enough.
This morning he went to wake up his sister, climbed into her bed to play with things on the bookcase headboard, and slipped and went sideways over the edge. He did a flip and landed with his head in the wastebasket. I was standing right there, so I slowed his descent, but it was pretty disturbing for him. Do you think he will learn not to climb on his sister's bed?
I think he must be going through some sort of separation anxiety these days, because he really isn't satisfied unless he is touching me in some way most of the time. This morning was spent with me trying to clean up the kitchen and him trying to get me to work on his current project by pulling on my pants leg and whining. Perhaps it is the normal frustration of being a child and having no one understand you.
We were sitting on the porch after breakfast and he was playing in the sandbox. He then found a dishrag, probably one he had brought out earlier in the year. He started "cleaning", got a bright idea, went over to the sandbox and dipped the rag in the sandbox. He tried to wipe sand all over the seat, the floor and me before I took the rag away. Apparently things weren't dirty enough.
This morning he went to wake up his sister, climbed into her bed to play with things on the bookcase headboard, and slipped and went sideways over the edge. He did a flip and landed with his head in the wastebasket. I was standing right there, so I slowed his descent, but it was pretty disturbing for him. Do you think he will learn not to climb on his sister's bed?
I think he must be going through some sort of separation anxiety these days, because he really isn't satisfied unless he is touching me in some way most of the time. This morning was spent with me trying to clean up the kitchen and him trying to get me to work on his current project by pulling on my pants leg and whining. Perhaps it is the normal frustration of being a child and having no one understand you.
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