This week, I've turned the corner on rebellion. I've been GOOD!!! I've been going in the potty when my mommy asks, I've been leaving Woof Woof in the car at gymnastics even though he is very sad, and I'm even getting dressed when my mom asks. I just love to see her smile at me and give me lots of hugs and kisses. She even "pick me up" when I do good.
Yesterday, I heard the sprink'ers come on, which I love. I ran out the front door onto the front lawn and put Woof Woof's head in the water. My mom ran after me and said that I needed to stay on the porch and Woof Woof or Me couldn't get wet or else I would need to go inside. So, I listened to her words. I packed up Woof Woof in a box, closed the lid and then threw the box off the front porch right into the water. He got to play in the water, like he wanted to but do it listening to my mommy's words. I couldn't help but grin when my mom came on the porch to check on me. I told her, "Look, Mommy. Doggy don't get wet. He stay dry." She asked me how the box got down there. With a big smile I answered, "I threw it!"
Eating has been another example of how I've had good listening. My mom and dad don't like me to throw my food on the floor or across the table. It's very hard to listen to their words. However, this week I've been able to keep most of my food off the floor. Instead, I've found other places to put it. My carrots make great earplugs. My quesadillas turn into animals that slide in between my toes and growl. I can also make them disappear. I chew them up and spit them out so they can still play.
I also eat everything on my plate. Well almost. I at least clean my plate every meal. Sometimes I need must do it by sliding off my chair and throwing my food in the garbage can, leaving my plate ready to receive dessert. Others, I can spit things out so they land in my water cut, unnoticed until dumped out. Or still others, I chew things into tiny pieces and spit them out. Whose going to make me eat food again? Clearing my plate is another sign that I'm turning big! You can imagine my disappointment when today I filled my plate with maple syrup, poured right out of the bottle, but wasn't allowed to lick it up. I didn't bite or hit but I yelled. It wasn't right that I didn't get to finish my plate. It needed a pancake there!
I can even dress myself and put on my shoes! My mom tries to fuss about which shoe is right and what position my pants or shirt are one, but I tell her I want it like that and she usually lets it go. She knows I'm so big and good.
Later,
lil' e
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