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TJ hit the 20 month mark last week. He’s got quite a mind of his own, much like his mommy, with a real stubborn streak. But every day, I see more and more signs of growing up, maturing.
The layout of our home makes it difficult to baby-proof. We can’t use a pressure-mounted or a hardware-mounted gate to block the bottom of the stairs, so we drag our Superyard Play Yard
Until today.
My little man did notice that I forgot to pull the fence across after I pulled it out to run upstairs while he was in his high chair. But instead of making a run for the stairs, he walked over to the landing and did a little dance. He started for the stairs, but when I told him not to go up, he listened. He smiled at me and decided to play with a toy on the landing instead.
I decided to give him a chance to show me he’s got some more impulse control. I left the fence open. He asked me for a drink, and when I went out to the kitchen, he sat on the floor and waited for me to come back. He didn’t make a break for the stairs when I was out of sight. And when I handed him his drink, I told him it was time to go upstairs. He stood up and went over to the stairs, and walked up with me.
I guess it just goes to show that even the most headstrong toddlers – the ones with the troublemaking streak and the devilish twinkle in their eye – they can surprise you sometimes. Growing up means lots of different changes, and some of them are far more pleasant than approaching the Terrible Twos would suggest.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
