Up until two nights ago, Alex refused to figure out how to use a swing on his own. He would just pathetically sit there whining about needing someone to push him until Travis or I caved. We have both spent a fair amount of time shouting, "Out! Back! Out! Back!" in a coaching effort to get him to swing his legs at the appropriate time to get the swing moving. I.e. "pumping" his legs. Every one of our efforts was met with the most minimal effort from Mr. Alex.
Cut to last night when he ran outside to swing, and I looked out to see him swinging as high as the playset. I went out there to tell him I was proud of him. Beaming, he responded, "Well, I just thought that I needed to improve myself, so I figured I'd start from the top."
Oh? Is that all? Ok then.
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