I’ve spent some time here talking about how destructive Big Man can be. (If you didn’t know better, you might even have thought it was complaining.) It’s only fair I spend some time explaining how helpful Big Man can be. He’s a multi-faceted boy – a toddler for all seasons.
While it’s true that Big Man has spilled his share of juice and other sticky foods on the floor, he often makes a good faith effort to clean up after himself. He goes to the drawer of washcloths we keep for handling sticky boys, retrieves a dry cloth, and fervently attacks the spill. In fact, he mops his spill to an area of carpet twice the size of the original mess. Then, he dutifully returns the sticky cloth to the drawer, because that’s where it goes, and a boy should always put things back where he found them.
Big Man likes to alert his parents when the phone rings. He points at the phone and gives his distinctive alarm, “Dada! Dada!” If you make no move to answer it, because it’s a telemarketer, or more likely, you’ve forgotten what to do when the phone rings, he will climb up the chair and retrieve it for you, making every effort to press the TALK button before you get to him. He lives in undying hope he will eventually retrain you as to the appropriate actions to take in the face of a ringing phone.
Big Man likes to be sure Mommy and Daddy are fed on time. To that end, he reacts definitively to the microwave beeper. He is just tall enough to reach the button that pops open the door and stops the machine. He punches this button before the beeper has stopped sounding. Sometimes he punches it before the beeper has started, because Daddy is just too hungry to wait all that while for hot food when mostly thawed will do.
Big Man is in tune with sounds and their meanings. He knows the sound of the garage door opener likely means an absent parent has returned to the nest. He draws everyone’s attention to the sound with his “Dada! Dada!” warning. Even when the sound of the garage door opening means he’s found the spare opener remote and is pushing newly discovered buttons, he calls his family to investigate, because maybe, just maybe, he’s found a magic little box that brings sweet Mommy home whenever you push the button. Somebody tall enough to turn the door knob should go look in the garage to see how well this magic works.
It may have been disappointing to learn the garage door remote button didn’t bring Mommy home, but he soon got over it. After all, he’d found another button that made a distant yet familiar noise. That’s a good thing. When you are a toddler, people flood your world with impotent, toy buttons. Any day you discover a button whose pushing yields real world results is a good day.
A boy on a mission…love it!
And some day we may learn what that mission is.
What happens when you’re and adult and still like pushing buttons?
You tell me.
Well nothing good usually comes of it..lol
Well yes because I like to cause trouble! 😉
And it shows.
Well I better starting hiding it better! lol
Good luck with that.
I’ll need it. Mawahaha!
Aw, he’s such a little explorer!
That’s a good word to describe him.
Big Man, pusher of buttons. But, good man that he is, we best keep him out of missile silos. For a while, anyway. :O)
A missile silo would be his dream come true. He likes big results when he pushed a button.
What ever you do, don’t let him near that red button! LOL! 😀
The red one is the one he wants most of all.
Oh, those bright colors! I still think those in charge of the missile silos and their interior designer’s should have went with a more brunneous like color. That way Big Man would be less tempted to push the button. Makes you wonder what the military was thinking when they went with red? Don’t they realize there are tempting fate with toddlers walking around?
Toddlers aren’t necessarily attracted to red; they’re attracted to the biggest bang for their buck. They’d figure out the new color scheme soon enough.
Yes your probably right. Toddlers are deviously clever that way. The military is no match for them.
No one is.
That’s the truth. 😀
Curiosity is the best tool for learning and the most frustrating trait to monitor as a parent.
Well, he’s a good learner and I’m a frustrated parent, so I guess you’re right.
LOL Oh, Scott, have you got your hands full! Hands down you win! Your stories tell me you have much more to contend with then me with my cats. My goodness what DO you feed your wee ones? It is good on the other hand to know that there are parents who do encourage curiosity (to a point) instead of the old “No NO! You bad boy!” garbage. One day you will be rewarded for your valiant efforts. Just hang in there until that day. GRIN!!! ❤
I am certainly waiting for that day. You will forgive me if I don’t hold my breath?
Please don’t. I don’t want to rush on over to administer CPR! 🙂
It seems he has learned to push all the right ones…
You will read these posts one day and cry…like a baby. Precious memories my friend, precious.
It’ll be nice to have a different reason to cry like a baby.
What’s your excuse now? Cutting onions? Works for me. Or I’ll just watch Inside Out or Finding Nemo.
Having three boys and only one house to hide from them in.
A have found that a gym is a very nice hiding place.
I don’t need to hide at 4:30 am. I need to sleep.
Well I did provide you with an alternative. Don’t say I’m not looking out for my friends.