Davis is exhibiting even more signs of being a true toddler. I have always loved toddlers, and people have always told me I was crazy for it. Now that I have my own toddler (who I love immensely), I can sort of understand a little bit when people say that the toddler phase can be a trying time.
In Columbia this weekend, Tracy and GUT allowed Davis to stand at the dining table, extract faux fruit from the fruit bowl, and hurl it across the room. They laughed, Davis threw, they laughed some more, until Mommy stepped in and suggested that this may not be a good idea. Allowing him to throw faux fruit may lead to him wanting to throw real fruit. They did make him stop, but much too late. The damage had already been done. At Macaroni Grill for dinner, Davis proceeded to pick up his pasta and throw it, then look at the adults and wait for laughter. Instead of laughter, his actions were rewarded with loud no’s and being pulled away from the table. Maybe, just maybe, some of the actions of toddlers are because of utter confusion about how adults react…
Last night, as I was holding Davis, trying to feed him, he slyly placed his foot on the table. I removed his foot, and he placed his other foot on the table. Finally, I removed him from my lap and stopped feeding him. He screamed and cried really large crocodile tears. I explained to him how putting your feet on the table was not using manners. I then picked him up and tried to feed him again. Once again, he sneaked his foot onto the table. I removed it only to find the opposite foot slowly reaching up for the table. And, so I removed him from my lap and placed him on the floor where he screamed and cried. I explained about manners and picked him up. Okay, for the third time, the child plopped his foot on the table. This time, I explained that it was bedtime and we were done with dinner.
So, I do love this toddler thing, but I won’t deny that at times it is a challenge.