Thursday, September 23, 2010

Evidence-based approach

Alex is nothing if not concrete in his thinking. After breaking his leg and having it in a CAM boot for 3 weeks, I told him that he could bear weight on it as long as it was comfortable, enough to move around and walk a bit.

He refused. Getting out of the bath he would fold the leg up like a bird with a broken wing. He insisted on being carried everywhere or he would crawl. He was just too nervous to put weight on it. I told him the doctor said it was ok to give it a try, it would be healed enough to put some weight on it by now. If he didn't find it comfortable he didn't have to do it. He shook his head. No.

"I'll wait till we get the second lot of x-rays done today, and if it looks fixed then, I'll walk on it," he declared.

And so it was that I carried him in to the specialists appointment, into a full waiting room. We had another discussion while we were waiting about maybe trying to walk a bit into the doctor's room, to show him how much better his leg was. No dice. So I carried the 21kg+ of him (as I had been doing for three weeks) into the consulting room. I actually suspected he was more than capable of walking on it, at least a bit, but I knew better than to force the issue with Alex, and besides, publicly admonishing a boy with a broken leg to walk might have looked a bit suss. The doctor showed him the x-ray and assured him it was ok to walk on it.


Imagine the amusement in the waiting room when, ten minutes later, the boy who had been carried in, walked out (albeit with a slight limp, but full of confidence.) That doctor is a miracle worker!

Transformers defy logic - who knew?

Alex often contemplates the many absurdities of life, and, in his own time, poses a question aloud to which there really is no sensible answer.

Most recently, it was: "When a Transformer is a car, it's the size of a normal car because people drive in it. But when they turn into robots they are as big as buildings. How does that happen?"


Me: "...." (Firstly, he's never actually seen transformers as far as I know so how does he know this information? Must be from pre-school discussions. Secondly, 0_0)

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

A for effort

Sometimes I wonder whether I overdo the praise.

Alex and Maya had been colouring in. Alex, in his usual focussed style, had worked hard to get the colours correct and all his colouring in the lines. Maya, being two, had scribbled randomly across the page.

I complimented Alex on his efforts.

"Good work, Maya," I added, commenting, "You've done purple all over yours."

Alex raised his eyebrows and leaned over conspiratorially, stage whispering to me, "Maya's is not really good work, Mum. It's actually pretty messy. Are you just saying that to make her feel happy?"

"Well it is good because she's tried to do a picture that she likes, and she is only 2..." I pointed out, trying to explain that I was commenting on the effort rather than the result.

On hearing this, he leant forward again and said to Maya, "Great work, Maya, that's really good work!"

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

The Interview That Made Me Come Out Of Blogging Retirement

When I saw the hilarious results of this interview on Bern Morley and the other greatfunnywonderful blogs (Jodie and Thea), I couldn't resist doing my own. It's kind of like the best kind of blog chainmail!

This interview took place while the kids were playing in the bath. Alex is 4yrs 4mths, Maya is 2years 2 mths (notice the nice symmetry there?) Also notice Maya gets a bit sassy which I am starting to think is more her temperament than her age...

1. What do you want to be when you grow up?

Alex: A superhero!

Maya: Cat.

2. How old are you?

A: 4

M: 1 (she has been saying this for six months. Four months ago, it was true. She hasn't caught on that 2 is the new 1)

3. How old am I?

A: 33 (correct)

M: 2 (maybe a delayed correct response to previous question? Either that or she's learning to count!)

4. How old is Dad?

A: 38

M: 8 (Ok so the counting's not going so well...)

5. What do you like most about pre-school/day care?

A: Playing with my friends

M: House. (Doesn't it make you wish you were 2 and could get away with such non-sequiturs?)

6. What do you like to do outside?

A: Run around and get pretend baddies with my friends.

M: No. House.

7. What do you like to do inside?

A: Everything. Play with robots.

M: Hello! Walking. So much.

8. What is your favourite toy?

A: Lego transformers and robots and Spiderman and a Ben 10 watch. (clearly writing his Christmas list aloud as he only actually owns one of those things)

M: Cat.

9. What is your favourite game?

A: The Ben 10 snap.

B: Jumping so higher.

10. What is your favourite TV show?

A: Spiderman and Ben 10 (again, watches neither of these)

M: Play School (good to see her comprehension of the words 'TV show' is accurate if nothing else)

11. What is your favourite movie?

A: Spiderman

M: Tinkerbell (again with the improved comprehension!)

12. What is your favourite book?

A: A Spiderman book. (Slightly disappointing given the 527 other books he owns, 236 of which are read to him nightly; but he seems to be working to a theme here)

M: Yes.

13. What is your favourite colour?

A: Red and blue and green and white and black (It's good to have options).

M: I like red.

14. What is your favourite number?

A: Let's start with letters. My favourite letter is S. My favourite number is one hundred.

M : Cat number.

15. What is your favourite food?

A: Stroganoff and spag bol.

M: Stroganoff (this is true, she would eat it for breakfast lunch and dinner if she could)

16. What is something that is really good for you?

A: Swinging on branches and things and that big spiderweb thing at the park. (well I suppose if you were Tarzan...)

M: No.

17. Who is your favourite friend?

A: Bayden and Bailey and Ky.

M: Horse eating bubbles. (this is not as esoteric as it sounds, she was playing with a horse in the bath at the time, which was indeed eating bubbles).

18. What time is bedtime?

A: 4'o'clock (yep we run a tight ship)

M: Cats. Sleeping. No not bedtime!

19. What time do you wake up?

A: 6.30 (got that right)

M: Morning. (fair call. Don't get pinned down to specifics)

20. Anything else you'd like to add?

A: Playing with Bailey's bumble bee transformer toy is actually my favourite thing.

M: I want to get out now. Myself. (tries to hoist own leg over bathtub. Interview abruptly halted).



11.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Who's The Boss Part 2

I think I'll have to change the name of this blog to plural form. My Kids Are Too Funny. Maya is coming in to her own with her increasing verbal skills and is proving to be a cheeky match for her brother.

Scrambling onto her bed, she begins to jump. "Hop down please, Maya, Mummy said no jumping on the bed."

Maya (predictably so far): "No." (continues jumping).

Me, holding out my hand to help her. "Come on, Maya" (a bit more firmly now) "Mummy says no."

Maya (pausing to address me, imitating my firm tone, looking in my eyes) "Maya says yes." (continues jumping).

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Who's The Boss?

"Mum, can I be a mum one day when I grow up?"

Me: "No, sweetheart, but you can be a dad. Ladies are mums and men are dads."

Alex: "But I want to be a mum! Because I want to be the boss. And if I'm a dad, I'll only get to be the boss when the mum isn't there."

Fair point.

A Helping Hand

I am finding four to be the most gorgeous age yet. Alex and I were colouring in side-by-side when he leaned over to check on my work. "Oh, mum, that bit you're about to colour in is pretty tricky. You need to try and make sure you don't get the colour outside of the lines. I think I'd better do that bit." And he leaned over and coloured around the fingers and thumb of the figure I was working on. "There you go!" he smiled kindly and continued with his own work.