Frustration

These days Wren is prolifically verbal. I can't keep up with his list of words because he can copy virtually every word even though he may not recall the word to use it for a couple of days. Yesterday and today he surprised me with these phrases:

"MY burger!" (as we approached the window at Dicks to order burgers. Of course, he received his own burger to help with his mild anemia. and ate half of it.)

"Cold warm coat!" (on opening the back door at 6am and finding it very cold. I returned with a coat and he seemed almost surprised at his success, repeating "coat, warm" a few times as I put it on.)

"Taste toast!" (when I served Frost toast for breakfast but not Wren.)

Along with his newfound conversational imperatives has come an intense frustration. Half the day Wren is hooting a fierce, loud noise which means he is very frustrated and wants the toy, the brother, the mother or the world to behave differently - as he wants.

[Right now, Wren cries "bonk head" because he has bonked on the table leg as he attempts to climb up me. The moment I do something other than him he comes and demands "more muk" and goes to sit on the couch to wait for me with loud shouting and forced cries.]

Here is a picture of Wren captured in a frustrated hoot as the Duplo blocks fail to connect as he intended.



Yesterday, other moments of complaint included when the pile of river rocks he was making toppled over, when the bugs wouldn't fit in the box, when the animal cards fell out of the tub, when Frost wouldn't let him play with his toys... etc.