Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Rainman's Latest

Not to keep repeating myself, but our nickname for Eldest is "Rainman", as he tends to become focused on one thing and will do that one thing over and over. His latest "obsession", if you will, is calendars. Rainman got a few calendars for Christmas and was intent on making sure everyone's birthday was recorded in these calendars. So not only has he written all of our birthdays, he also has our entire extended family's birthdays recorded, as well as our next door neighbors (!) and his friends at preschool (he remembers their birthdates after they tell him at school). All in three separate calendars. So I know where to look each month to send out birthday wishes, that's for sure. He also has written in his dentist appointment, the Laurie Berkner concert, our Cape Cod vacation and is anxious for Hubby to get Red Sox tickets so he can write that in as well.

Oh, but that's not all. Now that the calendar(s) contain birthday information for everyone this 5 year old knows in life, he is now (even as I type this, as a matter of fact) prone to studying the calendars and 1. writing down each month (copying the words) and then 2. writing down each person's name whose birthday falls in that particular month and 3. also writing down the birthdate. (He just came down to me and asked me to show him how to write the numbers 5, 6, and 9.) He will sit at the dining room table, surrounded by pieces of plain white paper and a few of his favorite pens, his brow furrowed in concentration, his little fingers gripping the pen so carefully, and he does this for HOURS. He knows exactly how many days each month has, he knows when each new season starts ("Spring will be here in March, you know", he commented to me this morning), and most importantly (to Mommy anyway), he knows that my birthday is in 2 weeks!

And in other news from the Trenches, Middle threw a FIT this morning when I pulled out underwear for him to put on, instead of a diaper. I tried reasoning (being Patient Mommy of the Year), then yelling (being Mean Mommy), then bribing (being Pushover Mommy) until I gradually morphed into Mommy Realizing She Has No Potty-Training Leverage Over Her Strong-Willed Middle Child Who Would Probably Choose To Wear Diapers Until He's Ten.
Middle 1, Mommy 0. He may have won that battle, but NOT THE WAR! He WILL be starting preschool in September and he WILL be potty-trained by then.....I just need to play a little Mommy Psychology and figure out how to make it HIS idea to wear the damn things, right???


1 comment:

Domestic Slackstress said...

Aw snap! Now I feel terrible that as a 31-year-old mom of three I can hardly remember my friends' birthdays. Calendar? What's a calendar?

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