Well, I am happy to say that my little guy seems to be getting better (finally) and so I’m getting some more sleep.  When I have more time, I have a lot more to say about this, but for now I just want to talk about normal little-kid development.  I have noticed lately that not only do I have a wee follower, but he is a close follower to boot.  I feel like I am constantly catching myself at the last moment from stepping on his (bare) feet or knocking him over because he was right behind or beside me and I didn’t know he was there.  Last night, he pulled something down off the counter and onto his head (luckily it was light) and I asked him if he was OK and picked him up because he looked like he was going to be upset.  He actually did now cry, by the way.  So Mike asked me what happened and did I step on him?  I had to admit it was a good guess.

Actually, I am finding we just have less floor space lately, and maybe that’s part of the problem too.  I can’t keep up with all the little messes that get made by Liam pulling things out of drawers and boxes all day when I’m not looking.  I won’t say I don’t notice all the things on the floor, but I guess I have surrendered in the face of overwhelming force.  So I’m trying not to step on the can opener, the glass left in the floor (I do pick those up about as soon as I see them), the packet of oatmeal and the potato masher.  And then I turn around and oops!  I’m about to step on Liam.

Believe me, I do understand why he does it.  He’s two, and part of the thing with such little kids is that they are totally incapable of seeing things through anyone else’s eyes.  Liam doesn’t understand that I can see him just fine when he hides under the covers.  He doesn’t get why I’m always telling him not to stand in front of closed doors (and is always surprised when someone opens a door into him).  Sometimes, he tries to share his bottles with me.  He’s a good little kid, he just does not understand, cannot understand how I could not know when he’s standing right behind me.

And in spite of my sincere and heartfelt desire/intention of not getting upset when my child acts his age, I find myself growing frustrated at this one behavior.  I forget that he does it because he really wants to hang out with me and participate in what I’m doing, even when he’s too little to help.  I don’t even realize it’s getting to me until I’m already in the red, remembering that I could have at least tried to head off this little frustration by asking Mike to keep the little guy entertained while I cook.  I just feel like my kitchen has become an obstacle course.  And I was hoping maybe someone could tell me when this particular stage might end, because I’m thinking kids can’t take another’s perspective until elementary school, and that’s a long way off.  How do you deal with the obstacle-course stage of development?  What do you do when it comes time to cook dinner? 


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