Procrastinet

They Just Keep On Changin'

filed under: Dadditudes

One thing about having a toddler: just when you think you've got 'em figured out, they develop some new ability that totally changes the paradigm. I thought it was the cutest thing possible when Max, using his traditional "last-syllable-only" system, called me "Dee!" when I came home. Now he's added the first syllable, but still stresses the second, and I'm "dah-DEE dah-DEE dah-DEE" and it's cuter than ever before.

You also get surprised by the little revelations, like when you see a new tooth and realize THAT'S why the little monkey has been drooling so much he left a trail.

So last night, Max woke up in the middle of the night. He was pressing his hand on his forehead and going "oooh!" the way he does when something hurts.

"Does something hurt, buddy?" I said.

"Ache!" he said. Pressing his head. "Oooh."

"Does your head hurt?"

"Uh-HUH," he said. "Eye."

"Um, buddy," I said carefully, "that's your forehead. Your eye is a bit lower."

"No!" he said, in the foreceful way he's developed. "Eye!"

"Okay," I said. Some fights aren't worth picking at 3am. "Your eye hurts."

"Uh-HUH," he said. "Ache!"

I put him back to bed and thought no more of it.

But as of this morning, it all makes sense.

Posted by rjt at April 1, 2005 11:47 AM