Whirling Dervish

I remember when my boys were two. They were active, sure. And a bit stuck on the word 'no' and in constant exploration mode that sometimes got them in sticky situations (I have a picture of DJ covered head to toe with spaghetti complete with red sauce).

But Ramseyes is a perpetual motion machine. He never stops moving. If you make him be still, he falls asleep. I am tired just watching him. Kiel tries to keep up, but it is nearly impossible. I understand why Mark said he needed a break. With the demands of a new baby coupled with this constant go-go boy, I can't imagine either of them are anything but worn to a frazzle. They have asked permission to leave the kids with us while they go to a movie and we agree. I bet they fall asleep!

I think perhaps he has too much sugar in his diet or some sort of food allergy. Whatever it is that winds him up, I would be spending a lot of time figuring out how to make him slow down to some sort of normal. Of course, as the grandma, I can't really suggest that. But it sure wouldn't surprise me. Meanwhile, I make a cardboard map of a road and track just wide enough for his hot wheels vehicles. I sit at the table with him and a ton of little cars and trucks, and make car noises and drive different vehicles around on the map.

He catches on quickly, and we spend some time lining them up, jumping them, crashing them, passing them, putting them in color patterns etc. I make car noises, he copies them. He doesn't interact so much with me, but seems happy that someone is sitting with him and doing what he likes to do. The game continues some good while and I am surprised that he sits that long. He finally succumbs to hunger and exchanges the cars and map for a hot dog and applesauce. It was fun while it lasted.

As for the next round of running, I leave that to the boys.