Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Mr. Personality Randomness

When jumping into the pool, his dad has taught him to say "Cowabunga!" Except, to his ears, it sounds better to say something a bit different, but in the same spirit. Thus, everyone in our cul-de-sac is treated to repeated yells of "HUNGA BUNGA!"

I will pay anybody 50 bucks who can give me a piece of advice to get this kid to pee in the potty. Poop he's got down perfectly. But the pee, he says assuredly, "I can go pee pee in my pull-up, it's ok."

He likes to play something he calls "Mailbox." Mailbox is a charming pastime in which he pops all of the books in his living room bookcase into the space in between the couch and the end table. There are a good 40 plus books in that particular bookcase. Needless to say, Mommy is not too fond of "Mailbox."

Lately when I tell him that I love him, he tells me, "I love you too" and it just makes me melt like pancake makeup in the summer.

From one moment to the next, I never know what persona I am supposed to be. It changes with lightning fluidity. One second I am one of the lizards outside, the next I am Wendy, and then suddenly I am supposed to be grandma on the phone. I am scolded when I say the wrong thing in the wrong voice. "But you are Farmer Pickles Mama!" I am feeling a bit schizo lately.

When he goes to bed, his plush Bob the Builder must be with him. When it is time to tuck in, Bob must always be tucked in as well, with the sheets just up to his neck.

Hubba-hubba has come up with an admirable new game. He has named it "Treasure Map." In order to play this game, Mr. Personality must follow all the orders in order to find the treasure. Usually, this includes picking up his toys and doing small chores. Then, finally, he gets the orders which will point him to an old jewelry box with a dollar bill in it. Mr. Personality thinks this is the best thing since sliced bread. I wonder exactly how long it will take him to figure it out.

Our favorite Raffi CD having been turned into the library (2 weeks overdue), I checked out another for the sake of variety. In the car on the way to the circus, he explained to grandpa that this CD we were listening to was not "Rise and Shine." I said, "No, this is a different one." Grandpa stated expansively, "That's ok, different can be good, right Mr. Personality?" After a perfect two-beat silence, Mr. Personality piped up with, "Yeah, but different can be bad, too."

4 comments:

Cuppa said...

"Different can be good."

If one plan of action isn't working for you and you feel like the fly buzzing hoplessly against the window pane Don't try harder----try different.

If the fly would only stop banging his head against the window pane and turn around, he might see an open window right behind him and get outside easily.

So, try different with Mr P and the pp problem. Try pants that aren't so absorbent and maybe if he is a tad uncomfortable in wet pants he will decided to use the potty.

Different is sometimes good and sometimes bad, and bad can be good if it stops bad behaviour in the long run!!!!! Good huh?

Suzanne said...

We had an extended Bob impersonation contest last night -- all four of us took turns with different characters and voices and sayings. The winner was my daughter, whose imitation of Bob saying, "Oh, Spud!" brought the house down.

You and Mr. Personality are free to join us any time! We're just a long transcontinental flight away...

Karla said...

Oh my. What a little darling! Really! I can see why you call him Mr. Personality.

I'll have to remember the game your Hubba Hubba came up with. That's classic.

Mel said...

Hilarious! Here's the secret: no more pull-ups. Ever. Buh-bye pull-ups. Trust me. I know.