Not on Topic

Usually I try and take a few choice highlights of our recent days and group them together under some sort of overarching topic, but I’m not feeling that eloquent lately.  I did want to come and clear off some of the cobwebs though.

Recent lapses in entries have been due to the fact that I am tired.  Not like an ‘I need an intervention’ kinda tired, but enough so that – after 7:30 when Graham’s finally in bed, all I have the stomach to do is check battle wounds (to both the house and my person), declare victory on the day, plop on the couch and wonder aloud how we did it.

Sometimes I write in the mornings, but Graham’s in his bedroom as I write this having been chattering to himself since 6 am.

All this alludes to the biggest update I have:  Graham has turned into a big kid all of the sudden, but he’s still very much experiencing the emotional storms of an almost-18-month-old.  He does so many things, and has his own ideas.  The own ideas thing trips us up on a regular basis, because I seem to forget, day to day to day, that he has expectations and desires regarding how his little day will go.  Cross him (from, say, dragging the empty Goldfish bag out of a garbage can laced with raw chicken parts) and he is a fountain of TEARS and DRAMA.  It’s worse than when I wrote two months ago.

But it’s not like we can really avoid all the tears and drama all of the time, because he’s learning to do actual things around the house now.  Too fun.

  • Graham throws things away.  In fact, you can point to the trash can, tell him to ‘throw it away’ and he’ll walk over, open the trash can, throw the item away, [peer longingly at all the things inside the trash can he’d love to play with], then shut the trash can lid.  The other day, he rolled all the toilet paper off the roll in our bathroom and threw it away in the bathroom wastebasket.  This leads me to my second point…
  • Graham is a neatfreak.  I’ve really fought slapping this label on him, but I finally have to admit defeat.  Suffice it to say, he does not get this from his mother.  He has toddler OCD.  He now walks around, points, and says “mess” (sounds like “moosh” with a long ‘ooh’) whenever there is something strewn about and not stored in an orderly fashion.  Andy and Graham were coloring, when Graham decided to put away his crayons.  He yelled at Andy, who was holding onto the last crayon (because he was still coloring).  G voiced his frustration, Andy handed over the crayon, Graham put it away in the Ziploc, looked at all the crayons in the Ziploc, then pulled Andy’s crayon back out and gave it to him.  O.C.D.
  • Graham sings and dances.  He tries to do the motions to different songs, but instead, he usually takes to just clapping.  One day he clap, clap, clap, clapped, then turned around in a circle while one of his songs were playing.  With “Head & Shoulders”, Graham usually resorts to just pointing to his knees, then slowly down to his toes.  I don’t think I’ve ever thought about it before, but that song does move really fast!

But he cutes us out on a daily basis too, so he totally makes up for it.  He’s starting to mug for the camera, which cracks us up no end.

(Don’t worry he didn’t choke!)  And helps us with the laundry.

(Looks like he’s peddling inner peace.)  And helps clean up around the house.  (Might as well put that tidiness to good use, eh?)

Please note the robot with a steady diet of pizza, hamburgers, fruit… and nuts and bolts.  Hee.

The only other thing we’ve got going on right now is that my car is in the shop.  And has been.  For almost a week.  I took it in for an ‘appointment’ on Friday afternoon, and got a courtesy loaner.  The dealer didn’t even look at it until Saturday, and that was after I’d told them that they at least needed to diagnose me so they could order a part if need be – otherwise, they were planning on pushing me until Monday.  “Hey, she’s got a loaner car, right?”  Yeah, but I miss my car.  This one’s not terrible, by any stretch:

But I’ve had it so long and am so annoyed with the dealer that I now despise its very existence.  One thing that really irks me is that they key fob doesn’t unlock or lock the doors, so I have to walk around to the driver’s side to manually unlock the door.  I don’t think this would be a huge deal should say any of the other doors have the ability to be unlocked with a key but, heh, why on earth would you need that with a keyless entry?  The key fob does pop the trunk though, so I guess it’s not completely useless.

So that’s what’s up with us lately.  We’ve had busy weekends in between all the work/toddlerhood stuff, and Craig, Susan and Michael are slated to come down this weekend, so we’ve definitely got something to look forward to!  In the meantime, I shall be wrangling my 1-1/2 year old or otherwise planted on the couch, drooling out the side of my mouth.

Comments

  1. Grandma Sue says:

    Yep! The “terrible twos” seem to hit all our boys at about 18 mos., but it didn’t last all the way to age three. You’re right, the drama does get balanced with cuteness!

    Bummer about the car! It’s hard to get the doors open when your arms are full of stuff and a child. I remember finally getting a remote entry after Michael was in grade school and thinking it would have been so handy when the boys were little.

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