Sitting Is So Overrated

It's official.  My child cannot sit still.

Who am I kidding?  He can't even SIT.  "Still" is a just pipe dream.

This is not a completely new revelation.  I noticed several years ago that my little guy has a little extra bounce in his step. 

My first child was not overly cuddly, but he was relaxed.  Still. Calm.  Funny how I didn't notice this at the time.

My youngest child is my cuddler.  I love this.  When he hugs he wraps his whole body around you and snuggles in.  It is wonderful. He will climb up onto a lap and read book after book just to be close to someone.

But there is always movement.  Little legs kicking, Arms flying.  Body wiggling. 

His kindergarten teacher loooovvvveeesssssss this.

I have tried.  I have literally tried to hold parts of his body still.  If I put my hand on one of his legs, some other area starts moving.  It's almost humorous.  Almost. 

Yesterday I had moved all the barstools away from the island so I could sweep and mop the floor.  When meal time came, there were still no chairs (and the floor is still not yet mopped, but that is not the point). 

I told the boys they could grab a chair.  "Could" was apparently the wrong word.  It implied a choice.  One which my little guy noticed very quickly. 

He did not want a chair.  He prefers meal time to look like this.



And this.  A little dancing in between bites never hurt anyone. 

The fewer sitting restrictions the better.  Who needs chairs?

I began to regret allowing this.  However, I was thankful that I had not yet mopped the floor. 

For some reason my father's favorite phrase came to mind..."Were you born in a barn??"

 No.....but I think he'd rather be raised in one.