Thursday, December 13, 2007

Where did you come from?

Yahoo #2 has turned into our "Where Did You Come From" child. I figured everyone had a "Where Did You Come From" child so I better pick one and Yahoo #2 is it. I believe Spouse and I began asking that question the minute he was born (I mean how exactly does a woman as hairy as I am produce a bald child?) and have repeated it every entertaining day of his little life (four years in January).

I have three examples of behavior that has sparked the eternal question.

1) We do yoga together. Not that I'm that into yoga, but lately I've been trying to elongate my aging sinews. We get the yoga mat out and we take turns deciding which "pose" to do. I always start the ritual because I'm the yoga master of ceremonies and we do five sun salutations. Then it's his turn to choose the pose. He usually decides on a combative air bending move he learned while watching Avatar. Ancient Chinese Buddhist stuff (I'll bet those Hindus are rolling in their graves now!), but nevertheless I follow.

So the other night, we finish the sun salutations and I say okay it's your turn. He throws his head back, forms ferocious claws with his chubby hands and screams "chase the chipmunks!" This is where I stop and say... "Where Did You Come From?"

I wonder if they are rabid chipmunks...

2) He likes puddles. And he's not interested in stomping through them to learn about physics. He likes the taste. Yes... he gets down on all fours and laps it up like a dog. He's grown especially fond of the puddles in the garage that have been created by melting mudflap snow. Again, this is where I stop and say "Where Did You Come From?"

3) He yells at the garage. I changed his diaper the other day (okay, so he's not potty trained yet and I've fully accepted my title as the potty training failure.) At our house we have a holding tank for diapers when we're too lazy to run the dreadful thing all the way out to the garbage can. It's called the garage. So I change the diaper the other day and tell him to "do his duty" which means "run to the garage and throw it in." He runs off. I hear yelling in a scolding don't-do-that kind of voice. No one else is home so I wonder what's up. I walk over to him and ask "Yahoo? What are you yelling at?" He closes the door and says "The Poo."

I yell at mine too.

7 comments:

The McMillans said...

I am so fond of both yahoos. However #2 is particularly fascinating, because he is somewhere in the middle of precocious, and secretive, and down right silly. When I was driving him to your home the other day, I would like to add one more thing to your list. He kept pulling out my Yahoo #2's binky, licking it and then putting in back in Yahoo #2's mouth. Licking it as if it were a sucker with grape, or watermelon flavor on it. When I asked him what he was doing he said...
" nuuuuuuthen." He's adorable, where did he come from?

Brooklet said...

I don't know your yahoo, but I have a yahoo close in age, so everything made me grin- I think its a fun age where they never cease to surprise- lapping up mud puddles- why not??

Mandee said...

I hate the acronym "LOL" but I laughed out loud reading that.

I do the same thing with our diapers. I figure the least Aaron can do is take the filthy things (plural since we still have 2 in diapers) to the garbage when he gets home from work... since I had to deal with almost vomiting while I changed them.

Winder said...

Dear McMillans,
I have the answer to why #2 licks the binky. He has a secret(or not so secret) obsession with them. When the dear hubby and I were babysitting for rabid and spouse to take a motorcycle trip a while back we had a great experience. At the time #2 was only allowed to have a binky while sleeping. He would try to throw one out of the crib before getting out and fetch it later. My hubby discovered this and decided to tease him. He found all of the binkies and lined them up in the crib in a perfect line out of #2's reach. Later we heard funny noises coming from the back room. He was trying all sorts of things, to no avail, in attempt to get his "precious"

Lois, Our Lady of Blogs said...

This was too funny.

Unfortunately, we DO know where our children got all of their odd antics from.

rabidrunner said...

Well... between you and me (and maybe a few others..) we know where the oddities came from. We just like living in a state of denial.

Winder said...

Ok rabid, I finally posted something new! I know I am a slacker and it isn't a story new to you. Hey, it is something though.