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It's 90% personality, you know!!!

OMG! The child is obsessed with drawing! He is drawing on everything ALL the time! I opened my laptop before and found he'd "coloured in" my screen with a couple of textas he'd found in the couch cushions (thanks so much Erik and Luey, and don't deny it, ONE of you DID put those textas there, and right now I no longer care which one of you it was...)...

I love that he loves to draw! He comes from a long line of people who love to draw, closest of whom would be his brother Erik, who now reminds me so much of my brother, Michael with the various mythical creatures he creates on a daily basis (Octo-shark and Lightning Eye Boy)...

Why must this child draw on EVERYTHING though, even if he can't see the marks, it doesn't bother him, he just wants to run the tip of the textas, pens, pencils over whatever surface is closest at hand...

But, actually this is not what the title of this blog is referring to...

What I wanted to blog about was how Bryn and I went out today, and I took the chance and let him out of his stroller to walk with me, and to sit with me while we had coffee and cookies at Gloria Jeans. I had let him out of the stroller a few months ago, and the boys were with us, and he just took off running after the big boys and then just running... off... out of sight...

But then the other day I let him out and he CHOSE without any prompting, to hold onto the stroller. The difference was, it was just me and him... So, today I let him out of the stroller again at the shopping centre, and he walked so happily right next to me, much of the time he was even holding my hand, though I didn't insist on it (don't want to start a battle that might otherwise not arise)... Gosh, he was CUTE! And then we went to the cafe, and he sat in the chair opposite me, eating his cookie, and carefully placing it on his plate when he got himself a drink of water from his bottle. He sat with me there for a full 10 minutes! Then he got off the chair, but he only walked around the table a few times, never walking away.

We went to Target and he wondered around with me, coming back whenever I called him. Eventually, his little legs got tired, and I saw him slowing down and losing concentration (he's walked A LOT for a little person), so I cheerfully popped him in the stroller and he was fine with that, no tantrums! Soon after that he fell asleep!

Ok, had he been my first child, I might have been tempted to Congratulate myself that I'd trusted him so much, and so he'd lived up to my trust in him, and that is how you get children to walk with you... Only problem there is I trusted Erik and Luey the same way, and Erik, like Bryn, walked happily with me on a relatively short invisible umbilicus, but Luey ran, EVERY TIME, and we tried quite often, though by the time he was three we'd pretty much given up...

So, basically, I have to believe it's personality! At least a high percentage of personality! Erik doesn't exactly have a lot of impulse control, so I can only assume something in his personality didn't compell him to run off. He just didn't have that impulse it seems. He was naturally cautious of strangers at that age, which might have been the issue. Bryn is like Erik, a bit shy of people. Cheerful and smiley, but prefers to watch people from a distance rather than engage them. Luey on the other hand loves to engage people!

So, there you go! It was a fun afternoon out though!!!

Comments

casso said…
Oh sweet child. I can SO picture him carefully placing his biscuit and drinking water! I think he sounds a lot like Harriet in temperament. And on that note we may be coming to Melb soon for a few days...will let you know. Want to meet up?

Love Cass
Sif said…
Oh, absolutely I want to meet up! As if you had to ask, hahaha! Just let me know and we'll work something out!
anastasia_wolf said…
I agree it's personality (though I think environment CAN play a part). Sounds like you had a lovely time!!

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