One of his favorite things is to be wrapped up in a blanket and carried around; he’ll ask me to wrap him up and take him upstairs, then downstairs, upstairs, downstairs like this. He’s gotten too old to play chase around the recliner chair in his room; he’s too fast.
He got a small plastic tricycle for his birthday (he’s 2!) and when he first tried riding it, he became very frustrated trying to reach his legs to the pedals, cried “I can do it!” (but with a hard n for can’t – and ran to be alone in his room with his grief. He took to reassurance that it’s okay he can’t, and enjoyed riding it with help. Sometimes I’ll tell him to sit but just wiggle his legs when we need queit, and I’ll show him this, and several times I’ve done this he’s gotten on the couch to do the same, then become frustrated that his feet don’t reach and hit the floor with kicking like mine, and cried “I’m too little!”
Recently on a visit to his grandparents, they’d had the lawn aerated, so that little columns of dirt were lifted out and left all over the lawn. He stepped gingerly around them, pausing in his speech to observe them.. Arriving inside the door, he looked up at his grandfather and said:
“Did you have a new dog?”
More recently he was riding in his car seat as Tia drove. He made a book with his hands.
Mago: “I’m reading a story.”
Tia: “What happened in the story?”
“An elephant came out of the book.”
“What did the elephant do?”
“He ate soup.”
If Tia doesn’t put her seatbelt on right away when she gets in the car he shouts, “Mama, put on your stripe!”
He now avoids ending pleasant activities by saying: “One last more time”, or “Last more book, kay?”