Thursday, September 25, 2008
An OCD Toddler?
My first two sons are exact opposites. I clued into this fact when M was very young. Everything his older brother was, M was not.
W was colicky
M was an easy feeder and good sleeper
W loved food, all food
M loved cereal and fruit...only
W was outgoing and gregarious
M was painfully shy and reticent
W self weaned at 15 months
M was still nursing at 2.5 years. I had to leave town.
W loved language
M loved math
W could make a mess and ignore it for days
M was a little OCD. He lined up all the family shoes in a neat row...daily
You get my drift. My point is that once I understood this dynamic, it made #2 son very predictable. Usually. I really should have known....
About the time my third son was born (M would have been 33 months) I noticed that my HUGE carton of sanitary pads had been opened. Not only had it been opened, MOST of the pads were missing. Seeing as I was the only female in the house, I just knew something strange was going on. I looked in the bedrooms. I looked in the bathrooms. I looked outside (yes, even outside) Nothing! There was nothing!
I broke down and asked M. Holding up one of the few remaining pads I said, "Do you know where the rest of these are?" Big grin. You cannot be angry at a grinning toddler. "Can you show Mommy?"
Off he runs to his bedroom and flings open the closet doors. There, neatly aligned in rows like little soldiers were my pads stuck to the back wall of his closet. He was so proud of his work. So nice and neatly organized. He had obviously put in a great deal of effort here: multiple trips between my bathroom and his closet, peeling off each sticky strip and arranging them all in straight rows. He had done a mighty fine job although I'm not sure what exactly he thought he was doing!
He had made his very own padded cell.