two year old logic

dismantled pickup truck? check.
football? check.
we're all packed!

i have found there is a certain poetry in the logic of the two year old brain.

it's not a logic that us grownups can really comprehend, i don't think, but there are so many things that john does that are so clearly intentional, so clearly purpose-driven ... there is no doubt there is a plan in place.

i can't identify the plan, but it's there.

so this morning, when i looked at the suitcase at the foot of my bed (we're not going anywhere - i am just a lazy butt who hasn't put it away since our last travels), i was somehow tickled by the tableau i found.

it's like a visual haiku, or something.

busted truck.

football.

ready to go!

(yes, nerds, i realize that's not a haiku, but you take my point ...)

anyway, i just wonder what was going on in john's brain when he created this still-life-with-toys. the football is so gently tucked in between the axles of the truck -- not just thrown in the big empty part of the suitcase, but nestled intentionally between the tires.

and what was he going to put in the rest of the suitcase, i wonder?

maybe this is just a tired pregnant lady waxing philosophical on a loooooong friday afternoon, but i marvel at the workings of the brain in that little bug's head.

Comments

on lullabies

i am not a singer. if you've sat behind me in church, you know this to be true. (and i'm sorry.) a musician, yes. a singer no. and yet i find myself singing to john almost nonstop. and the beauty is, he seems to actually like it! (there's no accounting for taste. he also thinks i'm the most beautiful woman in the world. i'm no ogre, but i'm certainly not winning any beauty contests outside of my son's brain!) and actually, i've written some lullabies for john that are pretty nice. and it made me think: did your parents sing to you? do you remember what they sang, and better yet, if you have kids, do you sing the same songs to them? reply in the comments!

pull up your big boy undies

"what time is it? mommy? what oclock?" john's teacher told me something amazing today. "you should bring me some big boy undies," she said, "i haven't changed john in weeks." it seems that at school, since they check in with him periodically to see if he has to potty, and since his very smart teacher has noticed his (very regular) bowel movement schedule, john is potty trained. at 9am at 2pm, she plops him on the toilet. he might sit for 20 minutes, reading a book. when she checks on him, he says, "i just poo-pooin', miss meka." and when he's done, he's good and done. we're not quite that far along at home, but tonight we go shopping for big boy undies. and i'm sure we'll have a few accidents, but that's just a part of the process ... and soon my little boo will be in big boy undies full time. and ... it's a great time for him to be out of diapers. because good lord willing and the creek ...

i'm furberizing my baby

ok, let's get this straight right off the bat: i don't know if i am literally following dr. furber's methods of sleep training. there are so many versions out there. but saying we're furberizing john is WAY more fun than saying that i'm letting him cry his little lungs out in an attempt to teach him to sleep on his own. it's night two of our efforts. he went right to sleep last night, which was great. and he slept for 5.25 hours (!!!!) before waking up at 2:30 a.m. when he woke up crying, i let him cry for 5 minutes before going in to soothe him. (the soothing barely works at all, by the way, but it's what i'm supposed to do ...) then i let him cry for 10 more minutes before going in to soothe him again. next on the agenda was a 15 minute stretch of crying - but he fell asleep after 8 minutes. so a sum total of 22 minutes of crying. not too bad for night two. i've heard night three can be the worst ... so we'll hold on to our hats tonight. mean...

john's mom works

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