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The emo toddler
Jan. 21st, 2008 06:36 pmDid I post about how I tried to take Dillo on the merry-go-round in the mall and he was so scared he was trembling in fear but too scared to actually cry until I took him off of the evil moving horsie?
Yesterday friends came over and L., aged 20 months, was a pretty normal (if assertive) toddler with the grabbing toys and the "mine" and the hugs so enthusiastic they knocked Dillo over. He was having none of it; every time she approached he fell to the floor, put his head on his hands, and wept copiously. I told the mom she shouldn't worry, he was just a sensitive new age man.
Today we went on an adventure to see my office. I toted Dillo in the backpack on the bus, and when we got to campus I tried to set him down, thinking he and Casper could run around and chase each other a bit. He wanted to be in my arms. Into the building, same deal. RFMom was on the desk and chatted nicely with Casper. He wouldn't leave my arms and buried his face in my shoulder when she spoke to him.
Poor little sensitive dude.
We've had a good weekend; mostly working well with the kids, not too bored or annoyed with myself. mr. flea is growing a "dissertation beard" and applying for a job in Aarhus (Denmark), where happily the weather seems more like Seattle and less like Minnesota. Casper wore only a skirt to bed last night because she was playing Tarzan, so we made her a "gorilla nest" of blankets in her bed and read her The Elephant's Child. Dillo helped mr. flea make a minor repair to our dresser and was so cute wielding the rubber mallet. Today we frosted cookies - Casper wanted to make Power Ranger cookies - and Dillo insisted on removing allf rosting from his cookie and putting it on his nose.
Yesterday friends came over and L., aged 20 months, was a pretty normal (if assertive) toddler with the grabbing toys and the "mine" and the hugs so enthusiastic they knocked Dillo over. He was having none of it; every time she approached he fell to the floor, put his head on his hands, and wept copiously. I told the mom she shouldn't worry, he was just a sensitive new age man.
Today we went on an adventure to see my office. I toted Dillo in the backpack on the bus, and when we got to campus I tried to set him down, thinking he and Casper could run around and chase each other a bit. He wanted to be in my arms. Into the building, same deal. RFMom was on the desk and chatted nicely with Casper. He wouldn't leave my arms and buried his face in my shoulder when she spoke to him.
Poor little sensitive dude.
We've had a good weekend; mostly working well with the kids, not too bored or annoyed with myself. mr. flea is growing a "dissertation beard" and applying for a job in Aarhus (Denmark), where happily the weather seems more like Seattle and less like Minnesota. Casper wore only a skirt to bed last night because she was playing Tarzan, so we made her a "gorilla nest" of blankets in her bed and read her The Elephant's Child. Dillo helped mr. flea make a minor repair to our dresser and was so cute wielding the rubber mallet. Today we frosted cookies - Casper wanted to make Power Ranger cookies - and Dillo insisted on removing allf rosting from his cookie and putting it on his nose.