Here is Robert at Kevin's desk, when asked what he was doing he said, "I writing my i - ography". I am not entirely sure what that means. Robert has pretty much given up his nap over the past few weeks. He still gets some "quiet" time in his room, but that can be interesting to listen to. He still needs a nap somewhat so he can be a real bear in the evenings and is usually pretty tired by bedtime. At the same time, when he does nap, it takes him a while to go to sleep. We can hear him singing up in his room and playing with his crib buddies.
He is a little firecracker. I thought that maybe God would gift me with one quiet, docile child, but that has not proven to be the case. Robert is a different kind of a firecracker than Harry. The difference in their ages can be a blessing and a difficulty. Homework is a challenge sometimes because Robert wants my undivided attention and Harry's and he likes to torture Harry while he is trying to do homework. I don't have to be sitting right next to Harry, but I need to be around to get him back on track occasionally and to answer questions. Then I need to sit with him for 20 minutes or so while he is reading since that is an aloud project.
Yesterday, I finally gave in and put Robert in front of the television, but for whatever reason, Harry still had 10 minutes of reading time when the program was over and I didn't want to start another. So Harry and I adjourned to the couch. Here's what Robert did in the 10 minutes that Harry read to me:
1) got up on the couch next to me and leaned precariously off it saying "whoa, whoa," and then purposely fell off - he repeated the process since he thought it was funny and I sort of caught him the first time. The second time I let him fall and he was not hurt, but decided that wasn't getting the desired result.
2) He walked around the living room in circles singing at the top of his lungs for a few minutes -again no response from Mom so
3) He collected all the little Christmas decorations that he could and walked them around then climbed up on a chair to a mirror and was pushing them up onto the mirror (a bit above his head) and banging them against it.
4) Finally he got a hard Santa toy and went back up the chair to the mirror and started banging on it - at this point Harry was about finished and I divested him of Santa and put him on the ground and asked him to find something better to play.
This afternoon while Harry was sitting having his snack and Dad and I were talking to Harry, Robert felt he was out of the picture and so he went and got the fly swatter from the pantry and proceeded to (gently) swat all of us on the head. Then when we commented that he was a "bad baby" and I sang some of the "bad baby" song to him, he decided to bow to opinion and lay on the floor at my feet for about 5 minutes singing "bad bad baby" over and over again gleefully waving the fly swatter.
Now he is a tired baby and here he is a few minutes ago.
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