Monday, April 07, 2014


Evan becomes very sad and very angry when he is left behind on the main floor when an adult goes upstairs or downstairs. I try to sneak away when he's not near the baby gates. Unfortunately our baby gates are wrought iron and the closure mechanism is loud--CLICK! He hears it even when he is out of sight of the gates and he comes racing. If he's far enough away and I leap the stairs fast enough I might be out of his line of sight when he gets to the gate. Sometimes he'll be fooled into thinking it was a false alarm and he'll quietly go back to playing, but other times he is not fooled and he screams about the injustice of being left behind.

I don't always try to elude him--I let him come along--but if I'm doing a quick errand (changing the laundry from washer to dryer or grabbing something from my bedroom to bring downstairs), I don't want him to join me because I'll spend more time chasing him around upstairs than I will completing my errand. When Evan gets upstairs he runs into the laundry room and punches all the buttons on the washer--sometimes stopping the cycle entirely so we have to start it over. Or he runs into the kids' bathroom and tries to get the faucet on before he's stopped. Then he races down the hall to the family room and punches the DVR and grabs a fistful of Legos or opens the big jar of animal crackers and grabs as many as he can. He has an agenda when he goes upstairs. His agenda. 

Lincoln was never this bad...although there was that period of time when he would hold his breath until he passed out if he was left behind. Passing out on a hardwood floor is not a good idea. But still, Lincoln wasn't as diligent about watching and listening for anyone going upstairs. And if we let him come upstairs with us, he wasn't a tornado of chaos like Evan.

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