Michael talks all the time.
In the evenings, M will not sit. He wanders — bounces — around the kitchen until everyone else is sitting at the table. During nighttime show, he plays with cars. Sometimes very loudly. Or jumps off the arm of the couch. Or just hurls himself into a pile of pillows. Over and over. And over again.
In other words, he is, as far as activity goes, All Boy.
I admit, the talking thing took me off guard. I thought: boy + 2 older sisters = talking by the time he was 3, maybe. Plus, with the ear infections, I figured a speech delay was a given.
Not so much.
I am starting to wonder how we are going to get through evenings. M will not go outside when I ask him to.
He really needs to run around outside.
I’m starting to worry about how we’re going to do when the cold sets in.
I’m starting to wonder how he is going to do in preschool.
What’s really a problem, I’m starting to wonder how he will do beyond preschool. Which makes no sense. There’s no way of telling. He may do fine in a group of kids who are sitting still. He does okay at dinner when we all sit at the same time.
I’m sure I’m just spinning in my own head. I wish the children had their own space, but finishing the basement is in indefinite limbo.
I’m just looking for problems for some reason. I just think of me, and three children, in not very many rooms, for nine months.
I’m just worrying.
What are you worried about?