Scott's mom arrived around noon today - she was babysitting while I went up to work for a few hours - and when she got here, I asked Gabe if he was going to tell her what we did this morning. I'm thinking that he'll tell her about how we went to the park and had our snack, and then spent an hour playing on the slide and the swings.
Nope.
Instead, he said "I push Dante."
Then he proceeded to tell her - with a very sad, serious face - about all his other infractions from this morning, including how he threw blocks, so I had to take the blocks away; and how he threw his matchbox cars, so I had to take those away. And then he even brought her over to the living room to point out the block table, which I had to take away last night, because he refused to share it with Dante.
So what I want to know is - if all of this taking away of toys and privileges obviously makes such an impression on him, WHY DOESN'T HE CEASE AND DESIST THE OFFENDING BEHAVIOR?!
It just doesn't add up.
Anyway......... we had a nice time at the park this morning, and Gabe did a really good job of listening and staying with me. I reminded him before we got out of the car that if he ran away from me, we'd have to leave, and he very solemnly said "okay." And, miracle of miracles, he listened! Dante listened to me TWICE in the past two days - I told him to stop touching the nightlight, and he stopped, and I told him to stop touching the toilet paper, and he stopped - amazing stuff going on over here!
Dante is now the one running me ragged while we're at the park, though, because he still needs me to help him up and down the stairs and ramps and stuff. And he wouldn't stop today - he just kept wanting to go up and down and up and down and up and down. It was exhausting - and fun : )
Dante discovered a new game yesterday while the boys were having lunch at the picnic table outside. The picnic table has a small hole in the middle in which you can place an umbrella, if you choose to buy one.
Well, we may be buying one - or finding something with which to plug up the hole - because the size of the hole in the picnic table perfectly matches the size of the pieces that I cut Dante's sandwich and apple into, and Dante was quite delighted to figure this out. My normally wonderful eater ended up stuffing half his sandwich down the hole in the picnic table. And, as you might suspect, Gabe thought this was absolutely positively hysterical!
I don't know which is going to be worse - having them at each other's throats, or having them in cahoots, conspiring against me......
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P.S. 1.5-mile run this morning. No pain. Holding my breath, and daydreaming more and more about getting out for a REAL run soon!!!!!!
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