Excerpt from Eliot's Journal
I've continued my social experimentation today. I'm focusing mainly on adult responses to me checking what I've begun to call boundaries.
Yesterday I didn't eat any of my dinner and instead asked for jelly on bread. Mom told me I could have some and then had to eat some of my actual dinner. I ran around and cried and refused to eat anything but jelly on bread. It turns out that mom gave in - she said I won the soccer game 1 to zero in over time with a penalty kick and she'd chalk that one up to experience. I don't know what she meant by that but when I woke up at midnight I had a nice snack of some of the jelly stuck between my fingers.
Today while mom, Naomi and I walked all the way home from the park pushing the stroller (9 blocks) I walked into a few people's yards to see what mom would say. I think she might be on to me because she didn't put up much of a fuss and I got far enough into the yard to feel uncomfortable (about 3 steps) and came back to her on the side walk.
I was also repeatedly distracted by rocks, sprinklers to run through and puddles to jump in. I'll have to focus more on that one as time goes on.
Yesterday I didn't eat any of my dinner and instead asked for jelly on bread. Mom told me I could have some and then had to eat some of my actual dinner. I ran around and cried and refused to eat anything but jelly on bread. It turns out that mom gave in - she said I won the soccer game 1 to zero in over time with a penalty kick and she'd chalk that one up to experience. I don't know what she meant by that but when I woke up at midnight I had a nice snack of some of the jelly stuck between my fingers.
Today while mom, Naomi and I walked all the way home from the park pushing the stroller (9 blocks) I walked into a few people's yards to see what mom would say. I think she might be on to me because she didn't put up much of a fuss and I got far enough into the yard to feel uncomfortable (about 3 steps) and came back to her on the side walk.
I was also repeatedly distracted by rocks, sprinklers to run through and puddles to jump in. I'll have to focus more on that one as time goes on.
posted by Sara at 12:55 PM
3 Comments:
Now where does he get such a spirit of adventure?...
Way to strike out, Eliot! Well written, Sara! Nana
PS.
I tried out the boundaries on aunt Laurie today. I was upset that mama took my hard boiled egg toy away after I put it in my juice so I threw some yolk on the floor and fussed. Then I looked Laurie right in the eyes and flicked the last of the yolk off my fingers right on her. It seemed like she was having a hard time deciding if she was going to laugh or draw the line.
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