Troubles

Lincoln is frustrated. Frustrated that he can't talk. Frustrated that he gets left out and pushed out of playing with his brothers. Frustrated that he is told "No!" all day -- "No, you may not sit on your sister." "No, you may not climb onto the kitchen table." "No, you may not bite me." (Said that calmly and collected-ly, too. Right.) "No, you may not throw that heavy metal car across the room." "No, you may not type on the computer or unplug the computer cords." "No, you may not whip applesauce at the wall or your father's head." And so on. You may see why we forbid such things. You may also see why if this is the range of activity you are compelled to engage in, that you may feel rather thwarted at every turn. He likes books for short periods of time. He doesn't like the TV. Lincoln doesn't like to color (eats and throws the crayons). He likes to build blocks for about 2 minutes; After which he prefers to smash and throw them. He does like to throw a ball and he adores swings and slides. He loves to run everywhere and climb on and up anything.  And he adores wrestling. He loves babies and animals.