Choices

Eli is very much into “choosing” these days.

For instance, at bathtime, he has many choices. I’ll say, “Eli, let’s go upstairs for bathtime.” He responds with “No bubbles!” or “Bubbles!” After bath, he rifles through a stack of diapers looking for a specific Sesame character. Sometimes he’ll pull out 15 before finding an Ernie. His choice changes every night, but he knows exactly which character he wants to wear. And pajamas… oh boy. I’ll usually grab a pair of weather appropriate pajamas. He always rejects my choice and says “No deese! No deese” Then he’ll open up his drawer and pull out pj shorts or two pairs of pants or some other crazy combination. He’ll make up his mind, hand them to me and say “Deese please!” There have been a few instances where he has firmly decided on two pairs of pants… and two pairs of pants it is! I’ll let him wear them (both at the same time) for awhile and then he allows me to dress him normally for bed later on. At bedtime he decides if he wants to say prayers in his crib right away or if he wants me to sit and rock him and say them. (Obviously my choice is the latter). Luckily it’s usually his choice, too. We’ll turn on the sound machine and he’ll say “sit mommy.” When we’re done saying prayers, he’ll say “tib (crib) mommy.”

At dinnertime, I’ll ask him what fruit he wants. The answer is almost always “applesauce.” Sometimes it’s yogurt. I know that’s not a fruit, but there is usually fruit involved. Sometimes it’s banana. He’s usually pretty adamant about what fruit he wants, but lately he’ll decide and then change his mind when I put it in front of him. “No applesauce mommy.” Stinker.
This picture has nothing to do with this post. This was from Isabella's first birthday party last weekend.