Thursday, March 18, 2010

Two-year old visionary

I have no memory of ever talking to our son about camels; however, Abe pointed at this drawer-pull and said, "Look, mom, it's a camel." It took me a minute to see it, but there it is. A camel, albeit a two-headed camel with no legs:
Later the same day, he pointed at that ball of raw peanut-butter cookie dough, the one right in the middle of the picture, and said, "Look, mom, it's Obama." I had him point to exactly where he saw Obama, and he repeatedly pointed at that raw cookie. I don't see it. Is he a visionary? Is he going to start seeing our Blessed Mother in his morning toast?
This is the age when my mind is constantly blown by the stuff that Abe says, indications that his brain is a sponge, remembering things that I don't even remember telling him. While looking at the Sunday comics, he pointed to the strip "Baby Blues" and said, "Look, my name: A...B." Then he hesitated a moment and upon finding the word "blues," said, "...and E." Another day recently he was looking at a dollar bill and said, "That's George Washington." We have no memory of ever teaching him this.

This is also the age that I feel I should be writing everything down because every day it's something new and often funny. I know I'll never remember it all. One day last week I noticed Abe unzipping his pants but leaving the top button closed. I asked him not to do that. He said, "But I need to. I want to be like Daddy." Apparently, he's heard "x, y, z, Honey" a few times around here. His dad is the absentminded professor in a lot of ways. Abe, on the other hand, regularly reminds us things we've left behind when we're out. His remembering that we forgot his jacket or cup and that "we should go back and get it" blows our minds.He's also growing attached to a few of the senior citizens in the ESL class we go to every week. This fella in the green cap is a particular favorite of Abe's. When we got there today, he scanned the room and noticed that his friend wasn't there, asking me right away where he was. He was thrilled to see him come in a few minutes later and sat right next to him as they ate lunch together.

Last thing: Abe found two raisins on the floor. He immediately named them "Eedie and Udu" (which sounds like /ee-dee/ and /oo-doo/). He carried them around for an hour, having them talk to each other. Then I vacuumed.

(Abe just woke up, saw the photo of the peanut-butter cookie and exclaimed, "I just saw Obama!")

8 comments:

Melissa said...

So funny. Obama in the peanutbutter cookies! Impressive that he can pick out the letters of his name. Wow.

Julie said...

That cookie is very Barack-like.

Christine said...

Their little brains are so fresh and uncluttered, I love it.

Anonymous said...

We don't know each other, but are bonded by the sisterhood of motherhood. I enjoy your fresh take on life and motherhood. I have seven children, three adopted, two from Ethiopia. Probably the best thing I have done as a mom is keep a little journal on my kitchen counter (no good for clutter, but worth it) and when a child says/does something funny, sweet, sad, shocking, I grab it, date the entry and write it down quickly...not caring about grammar or spelling - and one book for all the kiddos (simplicity is the key to making it work). It is the fodder for the annual Christmas letter and it has become our history. I highly recommend you listen to that inner whisper telling you to write it down. You will find you are stunned at how much you forgot when you go back through and reread the entries.

Evelyn said...

What a fun boy! I see the Obama campaign symbol... could that be it? Cute stories!

Rusty Spell said...

You don't see it?

http://www.rustyspell.com/images/obamaballs.jpg

courtney rose said...

I love it when my raisins talk to one another.

Stacie said...

I love posts like these. They are my favorite. It helps you remember and it gives us a little peek into how Abe is growing up. Love it.