Ceiling fans have been an obsession of Kevin’s for a long
time. We never turn them on in our house
because of this but of course he knows that they turn and can be turned
on. Whenever he sees a fan anywhere he
is always searching for how to turn it on and sometimes succeeds. So Kevin continues to problem solve at home
with our fans on how he can get these blades to turn and the chains to
swing. When he was younger and smaller
he could charm some of our volunteer friends into lifting him up to the fan
blades to turn them. Or on those special occasions when helium balloons are in
the house he found a way to use them to get the blades to turn. But what's a
clever boy to do when there are no balloons, no one willing to pick him up, and
Mom's not ever going to turn that fan on. Well there's this ball here that I
can throw it up to the fan and try to hit the blades. He can do this over and
over and over and over again. Nearly exhausting his arm from the repeated
throwing. My clever little man will try different types of balls to determine
which one works best for throwing and get that blade to turn. He laughs
hysterically when he is able to get the blades to move or when he gets a ball
to land on top of the blade or in this case (in the photo below) between the
light fixtures. And then he needs to find another ball to knock that one down.
So at some point the balls began disappearing (don't look at me!), but this did not deter Kevin. He
tried all kinds of things to throw to determine if they work or not. Books he discovered
not so much, especially when one fell down on his toe damaging his toenail. He
even brought his bed pillow downstairs to try that. That didn’t work so well either...but
the smaller pillows on the couch...now we got a winner. So I'm not crazy about
this ceiling fan obsession but I do love watching him problem solve trying to
find items that work. Also watching him balance himself to repeatedly bend over
to pick an item up off the floor and then quickly straighten up to throw it up
to the fan with good aim. And when we were at my parents house visiting it
became a social game with his cousins. So it's not all bad, I guess.
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