Well, there is a difference in our adult 'controlled' running, and the frantic bolting towards whatever shiny object catches my son's interest at the time. Last week, the ocean, a frigid 60 some odd degrees, and my son plowing head first into the frothy water. The other day, the park, my sprinter took off towards the tennis courts, meandering precariously close to the busy street. Yesterday, the store, off like a shot, with visions of kidnappers and such flashing in my mind, THIS HAS GOT TO STOP! I have tried making a game of it for him to chase me, calling his name increasingly louder, running after him, snatching him up, and giving him a 'mommy's not very happy' face, and even ignoring him, in safe areas only. Some work, most often they do not. Where do I turn? My ever insightful Internet google. We are going through a phase, (no shit) and it will pass as long as I am consistent about hand holding, streets are dangerous, etc. (another no shit). Alternative method: the harness. They may work for some of you, but not for me. Leashes are for my dog, and I don't even use that all the time anyway. I am not here to offend you leash users, but there is something about those harness contraptions that scream I cannot control my child, and I'd rather have a little one protesting loudly from a stroller than to strap on a fuzzy dog backpack and a leash to my child. In the meantime, my mantra for the next few years will remain, "this is just a phase".....
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| Bolting towards the sea. |
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