Mar 11 2008
Getting Dressed
Ezekiel has decided that it is time to learn to dress himself. Whenever he undertakes this endeavor, he alternates between “I do it myself” and “I can’t”. Last night after his shower, he informed his brother “I do it myself” and attempted to put on his pajama shirt. He was soon crying and yelling in frustration. I ran upstairs to see what was the matter, and found him stuck in his shirt with part of his head and one arm through the holes. His brother was standing there laughing and I asked Josiah why he didn’t help Zeke. “He said he wanted to do it himself” was the reply. The boy is quickly becoming his Father. Friday morning, Ezekiel had eaten his cereal and was still hungry, so he decided he would have a snack. “Marshmallows, Mommy?” No. “Cookie, Mommy?” No. “Fruit snack, Mommy?” No. “Chocolate, Mommy?” No. He went on and on and on and on and on naming every unhealthy thing in the house. For those who have been in my house, no matter the location, you know the list can be quite extensive. I repeatedly told him that he had to eat something healthy and to stop asking me for all these unhealthy things for breakfast. After a long while, he finally got quiet. At which point, Josiah turned to him and said, “Zeke, do you want a cookie?” I swear, he’s stealing his Father’s lines. Anyway, I informed Josiah that even if Zeke says “I do it myself”, he may help when Zeke is stuck. Today Zeke was trying to put on his socks. “I can’t,” he said. “Why not?”, I asked. “I don’t know why,” he replied. “I don’t know why” is his favorite phrase. “Why aren’t you in bed?”…”I don’t know why.”…”Why did you take your jacket off?”…”I don’t know why.”…”Why did you get the computer stuck?”…”I don’t know why.” And so my day goes. After getting frustrated in her attempt to help me when she was here, my Mother informed me that I never want anyone to help me. I always want to do it myself unless it is something that I am unable to do and only then will I let someone else do it for me. I didn’t have a good response for her then, but I do now… “I don’t know why.”
Jack gives the question, ‘Why did you do that?’ much serious thought and then says….
“not quite sure”
:razz:
This is dale made over.
Had to do it himself, right or wrong….
only dale’s mommy gave in too often :)
You did good to stick to your guns mugs, lol
have a good day :)