Wednesday, September 12, 2007

I Do It!



I don't claim to be a very knowledgeable parent. I'm not sure how old kids are supposed to be to do things like go pee pee in the potty or write their name. I really don't claim to know how to deal with kids when they are bad or don't listen. I usually think the bad things my kids do are worse than the bad things other kids do. I also think the good things my kids do aren't as great as the good things other kids do. When Benny gets interviewed by Renee and it is put on the Internet, I notice how he doesn't pronounce his words as well as other 3 year olds I've seen interviewed on the internet. When Sammy hits Benny, all I can think is that his cousin probably never hits her brother and sister like that. Don't get me wrong, I love the boys and think they are great. It just seems to me it's not to much to ask for them to be perfect. (Note to j and the mrs.- I'm not telling you this so you will comment that our boys are perfect and smart and great)

A while ago Benny started his independent stage. He wanted to undress himself, turn on the water for hand washing, and most annoyingly, turn on lights by himself. He has given up on turning on lamps because they are just to hard. Now he can easily reach all the light switches he needs to fulfill his lighting requirements. For the past month or so, Sammy has started his independent stage. However, he can not reach all the lights he needs to fulfill his lighting requirements. He also has skipped all the other tasks so he can concentrate fully on keeping the entire house lit up like a Christmas tree. If we are in the living room he will not rest until all three lights, all of which are lamps, are turned on. In the kitchen we have two lights, one of which is also a ceiling fan. All appetite is lost until both are illuminated and the fan is going "round and round." In the bathroom the overhead light is on a switch he can reach with the stool in the picture above, but the vanity lights are controlled by a switch that we must never turn on ourselves and that he must be picked up to be able to reach. He's a little bowling ball so this is not the best for our backs since sometimes he stalls to investigate the toothbrush rack while Renee and I calmly tell him to hurry the heck up. He will gladly keep himself entertained for half an hour walking from our bedroom to the computer/changing room to the hallway turning the lights on and off. He has come up with ingenious ways to reach the lights he can not reach. He will use shoes in the bedroom, books in the changing room, and just recently he figured out that the stool from the bathroom is perfect for both the bathroom and the hallway. Did I mention that my new phone has a cruddy camera. Yes, I am complaining that the camera on my cell phone is inadequate. Anyway, is this normal? Do all other kids do this? And yes j and the mrs., this is all I have to complain about when it comes to my kids and I am lucky for that. But seriously, it might just drive me insane.

No need to worry though. How can you stay mad at a face like this?

5 comments:

The Mrs. said...

Venting is a necessary vehicle for releasing all the pent up rage and frustration that being the parent to toddlers creates. It's what keeps us from beating them, or at least that's how it works for me.

Isn't it interesting how their new discoveries and attempts at exerting independence is at first charming & endearing, but then by Day 2 (or sometimes hour 2) you feel like ridding your house of all signs of whatever new thing catches their eye.

As a speech path, I feel more than guilty saying this. BUT! While I am beyond thrilled at Shortcake's precise articulation and expansive vocabulary there are days when I just want to scream "Shut up. Shut up! SHUT UP!". Please don't think less of me. It took a lot of courage to admit this publicly.

And while you're comparing your child's articulation errors against mine, I'm wondering why my daughter is such a clutz while your son rides a bike and draws like a champ. I think looking for "perfection" in our kids is our unconcious search for validation that we're doing an okay job as parents and not totally screwing them up.

Sorry for the novel - what a thought provoking post!

Anonymous said...

you always stroke my ego mrs.:)

J said...

I had a lovely comment ready to go when a little "Perfect" someone came in and clicked it off the screen. None of them are perfect, it wouldn't be fun if they were.

Anonymous said...

huh, huh....you said stroke.

J said...

I'm not the Mrs. or J, so don't worry your boys are perfect and great!! I think I'm a kid expert...

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