He is way too into routine. Some people (Ken) might blame me for that because I love a good schedule. But Kole takes it to a different level.
For instance, I've been wedging a baby blanket into his door at night. This way he can pull and pull on the door but he can't get it open. (Ha HA! I didn't even have to spend a buck on those handle covers! HA!) I don't think Kole ever really knew it's purpose was to seal him into his room at night but now, after all the bed time things have been done (bath with the yellow soap not the blue soap, dry off with the dragon towel not the stripe towel, fresh diaper before we brush his teeth with the blue toothbrush not the yellow one, Thomas the Tank Engine pants on along with the Lightning McQueen shirt, say a prayer... DAD says it, Special Talk, smooch this stuffed monkey, then Kole, THEN that monkey!)...When all that is done and I'm thinking "I nailed it. No tears tonight." Kole goes into hysterics. I scream in my head and then calmly, with a smile, ask Kole, "What is it man?"
"Put the blanket in the door."
Gladly.
And maybe it is just his age but he asks me ten stinking bazillion questions a day. Most of them are repeated over and over no matter how many times I give the right answer.
Where's Dad going, Mom? Dad's going to work.
Where's Dad going, Mom? To work.
Where's Dad going, Mom? He's headed to work. He'll be back tonight.
Where's Dad going, Mom? Oh, he's going to work.
Where's Dad going, Mom? To work.
Where's Dad going, Mom? To work.
I've realized if I give the wrong answer Kole snaps back.
Where's Dad going, Mom? Dad is going to ShhhBooms.
No. Dad's going to work? Yeah, Kole. Dad's going to work.
Where you going Mom? To the bathroom.
Where you going Mom? To the bathroom.
Where you going Mom? To the bathroom, Kole.
Where you going Mom? I'm going to the bathroom.
Where you going Mom? Right over here. To the bathroom.
You're going to the bathroom? Uh huh. I'm shutting the door now. Bye.
Once he gets bored of asking where me and Ken are or are going he starts asking about relatives. But he normally gives me what he thinks the answer will be in question form.
Where's Granny? Granny at her house? Yup! Granny's at her house.(Repeat.)
Where's Big Grandpa? Big Grandpa in the hot tub? He might be in the hot tub, yeah. (Repeat several hundred times.)
Where's Greta? Greta in the hospital? She was only there one day. She's at her house now.(Repeat until you lose your voice.)
Where's PopPop? On a hike? He's probably at work today. (Repeat until your head explodes.)
Where's Gramma Ginger? With Big Grandpa? No, she's teaching school today. (Repeat x Infinity)
Perhaps he just really loves his family and this is how he expresses that.
I'd rather he drew cards for them.
Once we've climbed the family tree Kole picks anything in the house, even things he already knows the name of and starts in.
What's this called, Mom? A pineapple.
A Pineapple? Yeah.
What's this called, Mom? A pineapple, silly.
A Pineapple? Yeah.
What's this called, Mom? That's a pineapple.
A Pineapple? Yeah.
What's this called, Mom? A pineapple.
A Pineapple? Yeah.
When I get sick of answering again I say, "I don't know, Kole, what IS that called?"
Sometimes his answers are right and sometimes.... I don't know.
Like the pineapple one. I had just told him 300 times that it was called a pineapple. Then, I asked him what it was and he smiled really big and said, "CORNAPPLE!"
I don't even know what that is.
4 comments:
Wow, maybe it's good that Gage only says one phrase and that's it...
A corn apple is the latest fruit developed by farmers who wanted to be scientists, as a way to get two servings of fruits and veggies into you at one time.
It would be genius if someone would actually eat it.
My Daughter was the same way and she is on the honor role now. I just wish her obsession for having things "just so" would have stuck...because her room right now looks like a tornado passed through!
Blessings, Joanne
I do know that kids Kole's age love and need routine, so the whole night time ritual probably makes him feel safe when it is done the same. It still comforts my adult [and almost adult] children when I do things for them "Mom's way." They know instantly if I don't do it the correct way or if Dad tried to help. It has to be the way it's already been done. Take it as a compliment [and buy back ups for that striped towel. Trust me.]
And the question thing? Find me a toddler who didn't do that and I will show you a mute toddler [who, come to think of it, would still find a way to ask the same question multiple times.] I used to have the best time with my nieces and nephews answering those questions [or the why? question game - where it went on forever] I could answer their questions all day long and did until their mean parents stopped me. heehee Then I ended up with 5 kids in quick succession.
Payback sucks. Just sayin'
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