I love this photo. Because, really, how often do you see a guy riding a three-wheeled yellow-green motorcycle, with a Ford Mustang in his hands and mouth, all the while wearing emergency-vehicle-themed pajamas?
Of course this could happen on any given night at my house, but that’s really not the point. The point is that I kinda love this photo.
Finn seemed to be loving life this week as well. One really cool thing that I have noticed lately is that we are now able to bargain with Finn, and he often consents to the bargains. Of course, the transactions are pretty simple (“If you eat three bites of pasta, then you can have another cheese stick”), but it still feels like the beginning of something. Because if Finn understands that good behavior can yield positive results, then he should also soon realize that bad behavior can lead to unwanted results.
Surely that must be the first step in impulse control.
One area where Finn needs to exercise a bit more impulse control is with FaceTime, the video-chat feature on his iPad. Now that he knows that the feature exists, he can spend hours calling his grandparents and other friends, giggling uncontrollably once they appear and start talking to him, and then inexplicably ending the call and getting really, really upset because his grandpa, for instance, is no longer on his iPad. Then he starts the process all over again.
Something is driving him to end the calls, even though he is distraught once the call is over, but I don’t understand where the impulse arises. Maybe it is just a control thing. Maybe he needs to test the button to assure that it really will end the call. Whatever the cause might be, the pattern makes me grateful that so many people in Finn’s life have the patience to deal with being called, and hung up on, several times over the course of an hour. If someone else’s kid did that to me, I would probably boycott his calls altogether.
