Ivy Lyn, age 2.5, is a very busy lady. When there’s a lot of activity around her, she’s very self-contained and invents dozens of little games. But here’s what happens if I try to sit down and read a book in her presence for, say, five minutes.
“I need to pee really bad!”
I get up, get the potty, sit back down.
I get up, wipe Ivy’s bottom, empty the potty, and sit back down.
“Mama, I want to ride my balance bike!”
“Great Idea! Can you get your helmet, and I’ll put it on for you?”