The perfect memory of a 2 year old.
It never fails to amaze me when it comes to the memory of my children.
As you probably know from my posts, we are a Dr. Who household. Love that series and have watched it for years. We own every season as soon as it comes out and even have the older versions back to the 70′s.
This obsession run through all of my kids, even the babies. Simon was a fan the moment he saw his first show when he was 2 years old. But I didn’t know how much he loved the show until recently.
When a good friend of mine came to pick me up for the Game Creators Guild meeting, he came inside for the first time since we moved here. Simon didn’t know who he was and…being Simon and a whopping 4 years old, he drilled my friend to see if he was worthy to be in his domain.
“Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Do you like Doctor Who?”
“Yes, I do.”
“You DO?!? …I do too! Do you like the one where…”
Simon proceeded to talk about shows he’d not seen since he was 2 and my jaw dropped. Described in perfect detail were the villains, the plot and how the Doctor won the day (with full sound effects included of course). This has continued for the last few days–Simon sharing all the things he’s remembered to such an extent, we pulled out the old DVD’s and started watching them over again.
Simon, of course, had to point out the details and say “See,…I told you that’s what happened.”
Read MoreCoolness by Association
I’m riding in the car with Simon (3) and Nathan (12). We’re cruising to WalMart to find a fun shirt for their older brothers party tonight, the windows down, listening to the stories come out of Simon’s mouth.
He’s talking about all the dragons he’s tamed and how they’ll roll over when he scratches their bellies and if the neighborhood kids call him another bad name, the biggest dragon said he’ll eat them right up.
There’s a pause.
“Dad?”
“Yes Simon?”
…another pause.
“Do you know Jackie Chan?”
I look in the rear view mirror and his eyes are locked on me in a puzzled expression.
“Um,…no. I don’t know Jackie Chan. Why son?”
Simon shrugs his cute little shoulder and looks down at his hands.
“Well Jackie Chan is really cool and you’re cool too so I thought he’s your friend.”
I couldn’t help but give the biggest, goofiest grin in my life. My son just compared me with Jackie Chan…and to him, I was equal in coolness.
Oh the wonderful mind of a child.
Coolness by association.
I bought him a treat at the store. =)
Read MorePotty Training
Those of us who are parents know that one of the great marks of progress is when our little one can use the toilet like their parents and older siblings. We appreciate is for the savings on diapers, able to take the children to public locations without worry of changing nightmares and more.
Yet there’s always that moment when the practice and the timing go wrong.
Simon as you know, is the Mr. Incredible of our family. He was so excited to start potty training and wanted to be like his big brothers, refusing to wear diapers one morning, because ‘he’s big now’. Well, we learned that his intense concentration when playing can become a huge distraction to the more important body functions we were trying to teach him about.
He was out jumping on the trampoline and chasing the chicken, giggling away when he suddenly froze still. His eyes looked left and right and then dropped to check the front of his pants. It a blue blur, he ran across the yard, dashed down the cement steps and into the house, screaming that he needed to pee.
We all chuckled (for he still feels he has to ask permission from someone before he goes) and he throws open the door to the bathroom. You hear the lid of the toilet thrown back with force, and then a small scream. Simon comes bolting from the bathroom and runs up to Leilani in the kitchen wide-eyed and red faced, screaming ‘Help! You need to unbutton my pants!’
Kneeling down, my daughter tried to get a grip on the front of her 3 year old jumping bean brother. But when she finally got a hold of the button, Simon froze, the expression on his face instantly relaxed.
“Ahhhh.” he whispered….as a puddle formed under his feet.
The kid still gets an A- for effort. We now have a working program to show him how to undo his own button…or we put him in elastic pants (grin).
Read MoreWhat Crazy Clips Have You Caught?
I love talking with my little children, especially Simon. In fact, most people we know love talking with our 3 year old, because it’s always a treat, it’s always off the wall and unexpected and it’s always funny.
Truth be known, I have wanted to start making movies of Simon for work, mainly because he’s so fun to watch and every day he begs to go to work with me. Maybe I can film him and eventually get paid for making people laugh…
The question is: what great child event/situation/humorous saying have you captured on film for yourself?
If you haven’t taken the opportunity, consider it!
Read MoreHoly Hannah My 3 Yr Old Can WHINE!
Anyone who knows my three year old Simon adores him. There’s no reason not to. He’s funny, wired and dangerously smart. His recall and comprehension levels are off the charts. Good thing is, he has a great heart: loves his family, loves people, obeys his father.
Any parent knows God has a marvelous sense of humor. We get many things we pray for. However, there’s always a trade off. He supplies your wants in exchange for some unique challenges.
I prayed for Simon to be bright, to be hyper for his brothers and father to play with him (we had suffered without more testosterone in the house for tooooooo long), and I wanted him to have a good heart. What I didn’t cover was his sick face. You know what I mean–the face all kids get when they have a fever or upset stomach. Some loud childen become peaceful when they’re sick and just want to cuddle of be held. Some children, who are soft and peaceful show that they have one foot in the burning underground. Their heads start spinning around and fire leaps from their mouths.
Yeah, Simons one of those.
The hard part is, he’s child #9 and I have yet to figure out HOW to help him calm down and chill out when he’s ill. I’m willing to help him in any way possible, but he simply won’t stop freaking out. Three days of that as long as he’s awake can wear the nerves of any adult!
So this is a call of mercy, out to any of you parents who have a child who may be a challenge when they’re sick. How do you help sooth the heart of a screaming banshee??
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