It took some time with me, but I have turned into a bit of a snuggler. Don’t get me wrong, I am, for sure, a wiggle-worm. I am not a snuggler like Emmett is now or like Riley was when he was smaller. I go in for the fast snuggle-putting my head on Mom or Dad’s chest-then I give a quick kiss, and I’m gone. I’ve got things to do, it’s not like I have time to linger.
I am determined to do what I want, when I want. I have been known to throw myself onto the floor, or even to try to slap someone, if I don’t get my way. I am fairly easily re-directed, but sometimes I have to be put into the other room-in time out-because I just won’t stop doing something. Take, for instance, Riley’s bunny or Emmett’s Toy Story toys. I will grab them when the boys are playing, and then I will run. Then, just to make sure that they get the point, I will look over my shoulder to see if they are chasing me. This, I believe, is great fun. But then they catch up with me. And then it’s not such great fun.
Mom and Dad call me the Bedeviler. But really I am interested in studying cause and effect. I throw something down, someone picks it up. Interesting. I see if I can repeat the experiment. I ask for something and don’t get what I want, I make some noise and see what happens. I am always working from a hypothesis. Mostly that hypothesis is: I will get my way if…
I say “up” all the time, now. I also say “outside” and “pretzel.” When I don’t get one of these things, I throw a fit. If I am in my high chair and I don’t get what I want, I will fling all of the food on my plate to the farthest corners of the room. Mom’s found parts of scrambled eggs in between couch cushions days after I’ve flung them there. Coooper used to love when I did this. Tally likes it too, but not as much as Cooper did.
Well, got to go see what I can get into today…
T
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