If you would like to sing along with this entry’s title, please watch this. I probably sing a version of that song about 20 times a day. No, I am not exaggerating. Music is the cure for everything when it comes to Evan.
So since posting the walking video at the park last week– we took a vacation to Vermont and are now home safe. I expected that Evan would be toddling all over Stowe. Alas, he continued to prefer crawling and even with prompting, did not do much independent walking.
Then this happened on Monday:
Our awesome physical therapist takes us to the Children’s Discovery Museum in Cherry Hill occasionally and she works with Evan using the exhibits and equipment. Clearly, it is highly motivating for him as you can see in the video. Since Monday when he took off walking all over the museum, he has been attempting it more and more. He needs a reminder now and then to stand up, because I think he is just so used to immediately dropping down to crawl that he forgets. It is so exciting to see him taking risk after risk and trying so hard to stay upright as long as he can.
Then today rolls around and he eats almost two whole pieces of french toast, I started having him use a step stool to wash his hands, and he helped me “clean up” some of his toys. Big boy! He also has begun testing limits big time. He has known the meaning of the word “no” for quite some time. He doesn’t always listen to it, but he does take a moment to process it and it gives me a second to intervene. Today he started to do things he knows he is not supposed to, for example, pulling my earring out, or grabbing remote controls. He starts to do the forbidden activity and then looks over at me and says “ohh? ohhh?” Basically prompting me to say no. So I do, and then he tries again.
Tonight this happened approximately five times in a row.
After he skipped his nap.
Suffice it to say, I was pretty frustrated. I tried to be “Super Nanny” and repeatedly remove him from the situation, and be as calm as I could be. It took a lot of deep breaths.
It was one of those nights where I was counting down the moments until E’s bedtime so I could have some time to myself. Then I started our bedtime routine. I wrapped him like a burrito in his weighted blanket, we fed the fish, and sat down to sing some songs in the nursery rocker. He has been really into “You are my Sunshine,” lately so I started singing that. He cozied up in my lap, leaned his head against my chest and looked up at me with those sparkly eyes. It was very apparent that he was content. Content to simply be in my lap, listening to a song he loves.
I know he was displaying typical toddler behavior when he was seeking to hear “no” over and over.