Today, Tessa is trying to get him to get a
\n book off the bookshelf for her while she is nursing. It is
\n standing up so that the cover is facing out. He goes over to
\n the bookshelf and looks around. She says, the one on the top
\n shelf, standing facing out. He starts to grab a book laying it
\n its side under several other books and says, “I think this is
\n it.”<\/p>\n
She says, “no no, the one on the
\n far right.” (Yes, he knows his left from his right.) He looks
\n around, with full body movement they way one does when looking
\n quickly around a shelf that is three times your size and then
\n goes right back to the same book and says, “I think this is
\n it,” and starts trying to pull it out from under the pile
\n again.<\/p>\n
She says, “no no, to the right of
\n that, the one standing up.” Same thing: he looks around with
\n big sweeping motions, back to pulling on the same book, “I
\n think this one is it.”<\/p>\n
“No, the one with
\n the letters R-O-B-I-N on it.” (Yes, he can pick out objects
\n just from a series of letters.) Same thing: big, fake-look,
\n sweeping scan of the shelf, and goes right back to pulling on
\n the same book, “I think this is it.”<\/p>\n
After a couple more rounds like this she takes a
\n difference tact. His hobby horse is leaning against the shelf,
\n so she says, “You see your horse?” He goes over and touches the
\n horse’s head. “It is right next to your horse,” she says and he
\n grabs the book and brings it right over.<\/p>\n
Now, I would not have thought too much of that but last
\n night, he gets a little too crazy in the tub with Eve, and
\n since he is already washed at this point, I just say, “so sad,”
\n grab him out of the tub, throw a towel over him, and tell him
\n to dry off. He wails for a second with a pissed cry, tries to
\n get back in, and failing to pierce my stellar tub defenses,
\n goes in a corner, squats down, and squeezes out a little pee
\n with a clearly defiant air about him saying, “you peed on the
\n floor.”<\/p>\n
I grab him and put him back in
\n the tub, quickly finish up with Eve, whom I have some how
\n managed to keep from drowning all this time, and leave him in
\n the draining tub water to rinse the pee off his feet (less than
\n 2″ of water: enough for rinsing pee, not enough to drown). As
\n I’m doing the post-bath thing with Eve on the changing table, I
\n hear a Little Lex voice talking about getting out of the tub
\n now. I go and look at him and say sternly, “you stay in the tub
\n until I am ready for you.” He obeys, I go back to Eve, and a
\n minute later he says, “you pooped in the tub. You peed on the
\n floor and then you pooped in the tub.”<\/p>\n
I
\n am crushed at the sound of this. I walk to where I can see him
\n from their room, and ask, “did you poop in the tub?” He looks
\n me square I in the eyes and replies with a confident, “yeah.”
\n Dejected, I approach the tub to survey the carnage, but to my
\n great relief and confusion, I find none! Then, I look at him
\n grinning up at me and I realized exactly what was going
\n on.<\/p>\n
He is 2. Not quite 2 and a half. And
\n he is already messing with our minds. As Tessa puts it, “we’re
\n in for a long life.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Today, Tessa is trying to get him to get a book off the bookshelf for her while she is nursing. It is standing up so that the cover is facing out. He goes over to the bookshelf and looks around. … Continue reading