April 09, 2006

Funky Reverse Don Quixote

I had Mr. Smoochy Pants with me last week and I’d forgotten what it was like to actually live with a 2 year old. I was never truly accepted, more like tolerated, but I was able to view the world through his eyes for three days.

My friend taught her son signing very young, so by 6 months of age she was able to communicate with him in some way. Since then verbal skills have come in and although he has his own made up words for many things, even creating his own sentences with these words which I was excited to be able to understand by day 2, real words are coming in as well. He’s very verbal for such a little man and if I recall my eldest was the same way. My other two? No. But my eldest was very similar to her little guy.

So I would sit on the couch with him while he would watch his favorite video which were these incredibly bizarre videos called Baby Einstein, which he called Coo Coo (no clue why), in particular Baby MacDonald, as in… farm.

Pictures would pop up on the TV and the word would appear with a voice explaining the object. He would repeat. I’d hear the TV voice say, “hay” to a picture of a bail of hay and Mr. Smoochy Pants would grin, look at me, and say, “hay”. I’d hear ‘Field’ and Mr. Smoochy Pants would grin at me proudly and say, ‘Field’.

And on this video were windmills. I could never get exactly how he pronounced it. He would never say it for me on command, only when he watched the video. His version appeared to have an extra consonant, but other than that, it sounded like WeeMee.

One day my friend escaped the clutches of her 2 year old to take a shower. That left him and me to fend for ourselves, or rather for him to decide how much he really wanted to tolerate me. I could sit and watch a video next to him, but I couldn’t really invade his personal space. What I really wanted was for him to sit in my lap so I could smooch all over him, but the best I got was when I asked, “Can I give you a kiss?” he’d bend the top of his head towards me so I could kiss his hair.

Hey, I’ll take what I can get.

Anyway, Smoochy Pants was not happy to have me, so I resorted to my desperation move… when kids hate you, take them outside and let them commune with nature. It seems to work. So I took him out to my backyard, he looked around, grabbed my hand and said, “Go”.

So I followed as his short little legs took him to the back of my acre. He was on a mission and I dutifully followed, 2 steps behind. Not a word was said, as he clomped through my grass, with me wondering where in the hell he was going. I resigned myself to the fact he just wanted to walk as far as his little legs could carry him, and when he was finished, I’d carry him back home.

But he had a target in mind and as we made it ¾ of an acre, I noticed he was beelining for my neighbor’s palm trees. They’re little palms, about 6 feet tall at the tip of the frons. He was a little man on a big mission.

We arrived at his final destination and he looked at me, pointed and said, “Wee Mee”. Being from Atlanta, the kid had never seen palm trees. He thought they were windmills. It totally cracked me up.

As we walked back to the house, his leading the way again, his only mission had been to show me the windmills in my neighbor’s back yard, I thought to myself, “I think this is some sort of funky reverse Don Quixote thing we got goin’ on here.”

We’ve been calling him Mr. Smoochy Pants forever, but I may start calling him Don Quixote.

Posted by Boudicca at April 9, 2006 10:10 PM | TrackBack
Comments

.. I love this post... excellent...

Posted by: Eric at April 10, 2006 05:35 AM

I love it when the little guys have something in mind and just go. I think it is great he shared it with you!

Posted by: vw bug at April 10, 2006 06:10 AM

Oh, God... Baby Einstein! GAH!

Other than that, that's one of the things I love about spending time with the nephews. Their "discovery" of things...

Posted by: That 1 Guy at April 11, 2006 12:13 AM

No wonder you call him "Mr. Smoochy Pants"!! He's entirely smoochable. I think you just made lots of people love little Baby Quixote. :-)

Posted by: Princess Jami at April 11, 2006 12:22 PM