As I've noted before, H has a litany of "I like....." phrases that do not always have a cohesive thought process other than that appears to be what he is thinking about at the moment. If only one could do a serious word association exercise with a 2GO3 kid, maybe we could comprehend and parent better. We have enjoyed some incredible weather here of late. H has taken full advantage of day light savings time to want to go outside after school and some "down" time watching Cars. We have taken to going for a bike ride down the street to look at the various trucks, trailers, and mowers that invariably appear on our walk to the end of our street. We pass the "neighbor's" house - an all encompassing term for all the houses in our neighborhood. "Mommy, what neighbors do?" Our trip is halfway complete when he reaches the house at the end of the street to examine the latest truck or trailer that is always parked then and then turns to face the newest house across street. He examines the smallest rocks possible, asks me to point (a new activity recently acquired I believe from the current daycare although it's meaning has yet to be determined as sometimes I get to keep the rock and other times it is the he throws down) puts a few in his basket on the back of his bike, and says he needs to "play there." This of course means he must walk approximately 6 feet onto the smooth perfect cement driveway and spin - uncontrolled, unabashed, completely joyful spin. He doesn't say a word. He will stop briefly and begin again off and on for a few minutes and then we are on our return trip.
Fortunately, we live on the bottom of a "U" street that is only four houses long. It is easy to see all vehicles coming so we mosey our way down the street and meander as quickly as H dictates the street, H on his "bike" (tricycle) and me with crazy dog on a leash of some kind. We have been working on H understanding the world around him as best as he can and try to install some basic safety habits. "H, what do we do at a red light?" "Stop!" "What does green light mean?" "GO!"The last couple of days we have to stop every few feet (no more than 4 on average and quite often only 2) for a "red light." Needless to say, the trip can take a while at this pace.
Unfortunately it has been raining heavily all day today. We of course need the rain but we appear to be gaining another moat and the rain is cutting into our plans to do some major clearing of our overgown yard. To counter the rain, we stopped at the Burger King close to his daycare. Hubby pointed out to me just last Friday that they, too, had a play area. Thank goodness an alternative to the horrificly loud single play area McDonalds. I visit with a friend while he plays and you cannnot have a conversation with the person sitting two feet away due to the noise and accoustics.
On the flip side, the Burger King had a huge little kid habitrail contraption and NOT ONE SOUL was in the play area. Actually there was only one table with people in it in the restaurant area. Granted, the particular one is really part of a larger gas station/convenient store but NO KIDS? As it turns out, H wasn't really able to play here. He didn't have any big kids to show him how to climg to the top of the habitrail and crawl around through the tubes and down through the slides. He has wanted to at McD's but the levels are too high for him to climb. At BK, it was perfect for him, but he made it up to level three (two from the top) and started crying out of real fear. So, mom had to roll under the levels - literally - to reach him and bring him back down. Too bad as I know he would have followed the big kids if they were around.
Once home, we retired to our respective duties - feeding animals, changing clothes, watching Cars. H will come look for me if he feels I have left him downstairs too long and tonight was no exception. About 15 minutes into our duties, H came sauntering upstairs.
"What doin' Mommy?"
"Mommy has to clean out the litter box."
"See! I want to see!"
"You can watch but you can't touch anything, you understand?"
"Ok."
"I like poop!"
"It's yucky!"
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