I'm POSITIVE that the reason the Steelers kicked SO MUCH butt yesterday is because of that little guy wearing his Roethlisberger jersey. And he already has a perfect passer rating! Coincidence? Of course not!(I do have to send a shout-out to Shalon and apologize for saying bad things about Big Ben - he did do a really good job!)
Okay...well maybe that's a stretch. Partly because he spent almost the entire game in the bathtub (off and on) and not even wearing his jersey much. I gave up on it somewhere in the first quarter. Poor guy must not have liked what he was eating, either that or has some little stomach bug, because he had bad diarrhea. So instead of enjoying the game, which I had looked forward to all week, I spent it changing diapers while he screamed. He was so sore that I just started letting him run around naked, and I just threw him in the tub whenever he made a mess (approximately every 5 minutes). It really was funny to watch a little naked baby running around the house. He kept stopping to pose, like he knew how cute his tushy was. Plus he had the cutest look on his face, like he'd found some wonderful freedom in life. I had to laugh the one time he stood up and peed...with those chubby legs he looked like one of those cherub water fountains you see in the movies.
But I'm sure you guys don't come here to learn that kind of stuff. You know...I remember last football season he used to do this same thing. No matter what, something would always come up during the games. Not normal things that I could work around, but matters that would divert my entire attention. It's only three hours a week! You'd think he'd throw me a bone now and then.
I think it's all part of his dark sense of humor. Like the way he looks at you before heading off in a direction, to judge your response. If it looks like you don't want him to go there, he immediately zooms as fast as he can in that direction. If you look pleased at his choice, he figures that it must not be that interesting and goes in search of better destruction. I have toy boxes in almost every room in the house, and most of them go untouched these days. I even have one in our tiny kitchen, so I can manage to make a meal or do dishes now and then. Even then, it's no easy task. He always bee-lines for the shelves so he can try to drop heavy cans on his feet. So most of my plastic spoons and spatulas are on the floor so that he can have a "new" toy to bang on things. I've just given up, and wash them when I need to use them.
His other new favorite toy is a deck of "Dora the Explorer" cards my Mom got him. He's figured out how to open the deck, so we get to play "52 card pickup", with me being the butt of that joke. Somehow from one sitting position, he can make the cards fly as much as 20 feet away. He dumps them out, then swishes his arms around frantically in them while they shoot away on the hardwood floor. It's great fun for him...for about 30 seconds. Then I have to round them all up so he doesn't try to stand on them and fall. But those things must multiply when I'm not looking, because days later I am still finding them in strange places. I look at the cards, some missing, some crumpled and bent, and the adult in me just screams at an incomplete, unplayable deck of cards. But then I see them through his eyes, and I know that some 'rules' are just meant to be broken. He has plenty of time in life to do things the 'right' way. I want him to be always be able to look at the world from a fresh angle, and not just follow the crowd.
I can see that his little mind is starting to churn this week. He seems very interested in how things go together now. It's all about what fits inside what else. He likes putting things in the bed of his little plastic dump truck and pull them out again. Or grabbing blocks and putting them in cups. He is really concentrating on how things fit together now. It's so neat to watch his neurons firing brightly! He's catching on quick now! His dad and both grandads are good with building things and mechanical thinking, and I can see that in his eyes. He's a very busy, very driven little boy already. And though he's a bit of a handful sometimes, I wouldn't change that for a second. It will carry him far in life!
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