Sometimes I have to wonder about this boy. I made him some finger paint today for the first time. I know, terribly neglectful mama, waiting until almost 2 1/2 before introducing him to finger paint, but I was worried about the mess. Turns out I didn’t need to be at all, because he’s scared of finger paint. Finger paint! I couldn’t even get him to dip his fingers into it. The closest he got was trying to pour it directly from the cup onto the paper. So much for boys wanting to get dirty all the time!
I’m currently trying to get him to go down for a nap. It’s become an issue again this week. Who knows why he goes in these spurts. One week he’ll fall asleep within fifteen minutes and sleep for hours, the next week I’ll sit here for two hours constantly telling him to lay down. Today he’s been constantly pushing his limits and getting out of bed, so I told him if he got out of bed again I’d have to take one of his stuffed monkeys away. So he handed me both of his stuffed monkeys and hopped out of bed. Turd.