Edson is EXTREMELY ACTIVE. It is amazing how fast and energetic he is. We can sometimes distract him in his high chair with a bread stick or cracker, but in a short while he is squirming and his cries tell us he is done sitting. He’s up and down on all the kitchen chairs, sneaks up the stairs, checks for an open bathroom door, or pulls down anything within reach. After a couple of hours of this non-stop activity, we are often strained or just exhausted; running around after him.
We finally discovered a way to totally calm him…for hours. Mind you, it is in the 100ºs and very humid. We slip on one of those “little swimmer” pull-ups and give him the hose. We turn it on a little bit and he sits there and wets himself. He waters the floor, his legs, and his head. He puts his finger in the end and gets sprayed in the face. He drinks water from it and puts his other hand through it. He makes a fountain out of it and watches it…and watches it…and he is still, sitting or kneeling.
We enjoy the peace and quiet and pull out some terere to drink. Finally, we can talk without jumping up and down or going after him.
When we say…Let’s go! It’s battle time. He will NOT let go! He loves the hose! Neighbors may think there is something wrong when we try to pry the hose out of his hand. He grips the hose harder than ever and it becomes a fight with loud screams and cries of discontentment.
His lips are blue with cold. His fingers are all wrinkly. We dry him off, hide the hose, and…we’ll wait till tomorrow.
We finally discovered a way to totally calm him…for hours. Mind you, it is in the 100ºs and very humid. We slip on one of those “little swimmer” pull-ups and give him the hose. We turn it on a little bit and he sits there and wets himself. He waters the floor, his legs, and his head. He puts his finger in the end and gets sprayed in the face. He drinks water from it and puts his other hand through it. He makes a fountain out of it and watches it…and watches it…and he is still, sitting or kneeling.
We enjoy the peace and quiet and pull out some terere to drink. Finally, we can talk without jumping up and down or going after him.
When we say…Let’s go! It’s battle time. He will NOT let go! He loves the hose! Neighbors may think there is something wrong when we try to pry the hose out of his hand. He grips the hose harder than ever and it becomes a fight with loud screams and cries of discontentment.
His lips are blue with cold. His fingers are all wrinkly. We dry him off, hide the hose, and…we’ll wait till tomorrow.