Saturday, August 30, 2008

CRAZY DAZE!

It was just Alexis and I in the car. Her with her glass of Dr. Pepper in her lap, wearing the same jeans and t-shirt she wore the day before, hair a mess and her white Sunday shoes on her feet and me in the front seat ... not completely happy that I am having to stop what I was doing in order to go pick up my twins from a friends house - but I do!

As we pulled out on the road in front of our house, Alexis asked me several questions about where the girls were and did I know how to get there. Am I sure I know how to get there? How do I know how to get there? I explain all of this (that the girls gave me directions). "We'll get there," I assure her.

She then proceeds to count; something she does a lot of these days. Lately, counting backwards is her thing and so she rambles on about whether she should start counting from 109 or from 100 and which one I think she should start with. I pick 109 just to see if she can do it. So she starts. When she gets to 90, she skips 90 and goes straight to 89 and I say, "You skipped 90," and she says, "I don't want to say that one." Okay. So she proceeds and gets down to 60 and asks then for my help as she's tired and it's time for me to take over. So I try and give the next number, 59. That's wrong! So I try again and give the number 60. That's wrong! We do this for a few minutes; me trying to be patient and I then say, "I'm not sure what you want me to say." She then says, "Now I have to start all over again. 109, 108, 107, 106 ..." she counts down for the next several minutes - all the numbers. When she gets to about 60 again, she says, "I don't wanna do this," and she stops abruptly. I say "G-O-O-D," under my breath and laugh for a while about this episode because it is soooo representative of my life.

On and on they go about stuff - relentlessly. And most of the time ... I am very receptive to the games, the talk, the questions, the counting, as it is natural and so often kills time that otherwise might be filled with say ... crying or whining. I do prefer the gibberish to the whining! But ... there are moments when the gibberish drives me crazy, like it could have on this day in the car, if I hadn't been so intent on spinning it into a funny moment. I have to do that - spin these moments or I will go crazy!

After the counting numbers episode, Alexis went on to highways. Naming the one she knew and then asking me, "Do you know anymore highway numbers?" And then asking me to name all the ones I knew. Way too much talk about all the highways around our city.

Then she says, "Did you hear that noise (a squeak that came out of her mouth)?" I said, "Yes." She said, "Did it sound funny?" I said, "Yes," and she continued to make the squeaky noise too many times.

Then she said, "What's 211?" Not really asking me, just talking. "It's like 911. If you move away the 2 and put the 9 next to it, it's 911," she rambles. She must have seen this 211 on one of the road signs, because she then began to go on about the road signs; the colors of some, the pictures on some, the big ones and the little ones, blah, blah, blah.

Then she says, "What are cherries?" I said, "What do you mean? They're fruit." She said, "Are they the ones that have stems?" I said, "Yes." "Are they the ones that are a circle with the stem?" I said, "Yes," just as I realized that I had made the wrong turn and stopped to turn around. She says, "Do you actually know where you're going?" after I explained why I was turning around. I said, "Yes."

She then said, "Mom, is it impossible to drive with your windows open?" I said, "No." She said, "Why?" I said, "Because you can drive with the windows open." Then she started talking about schools. "Where is the girls' school? I thought they were at school. Do I go to school tomorrow? What is tomorrow? Is today Sunday?"

I tell this whole dialog that went on during this short trip with my little daughter, as a way of showing how my days are. These are the sort of topics and the pace that our conversations take. Mostly it involves a lot of questions and sometimes my children will offer useful, or more often ... foggy details about subjects that they know nothing about or topics that are of no importance to anyone ... but them.

And ... as much as these lengthy and sometimes exhausting exchanges take out of me ... I will try to never let my children know that it is this ... relentless discussions about numbers, highways and days of the week that can sometimes drive me CRAZY!

It CAN!

Sometimes it makes me C-R-A-Z-Y --- *109, 108, 107, 106 ... blah - blah - blah ....*


On the upside ... I have learned a lot of stuff about bugs and about dinosaurs over the past 15 years. I can name you most any dinosaur - big and small. And ... Pokemon ... I know some stuff about Pokemon ... (*sigh*).

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40 comments:

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

I know some stuff about Pokemon too! Gold version, evolve, poke-ball, trainer, Pikachu . . . Somebody stop me!

tashabud said...

You seem to have a high tolerance to children's antics. It's a good virtue to posses especially in your case, being the mother of four. Kudos to you.
Tasha

Joanna said...

You are a saint! I've decided that I can't take it any more. I'm now going to let my eyes glaze over and I'll start to let drool dribble out of my mouth so they can get the hint! :)

Amanda said...

My kids can exhaust me too with their non-stop talking and questions! But wouldn't have it any other way!!
l,
Amanda x

Laura said...

You crack me up! I felt like I was in the back seat and I even started to roll my eyes!!!

Funny the info we learn through, inspite and because of our kids!

Thanks for sharing!

Dad said...

I know a person who did the very same thing about 40 years earlier, and another 42 years earlier and still the third 39 years earlier. You will survive and then someday miss it! ! Just wait

Ellyn said...

Mark has started singing to himself and to us. He will sing the same line over and over and over until I help him with the next line. A broken record has nothing on him.

Amanda said...

Yeah! It amazing what the kids get focused on (like pokeman) and you have no idea why. They want to teach you ALL about it and you try your best to be interested and all the time you are thinking, why!

I can relate that its sometimes hard to keep the interest going in something can seem repetative, but in the long run, its all worth it!

duchess said...

Sometimes I just have to ask them to be quiet.....
Let Mommy think.

Whew - that's better.

Hope you have a great Labor Day weekend.

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

Just hink, someday your life might depend on your Pokemon knowledge. If you ever get held hostage and NEED to know about Pokemon to secure your release, youre all set!

Hallie

Brenda said...

Oh yeah, I have so been there, then they gave us grandchildren and there we go again. Can you also name all of the cartoon characters on every cartoon channel?

Kel said...

Oh yes, the endless, mindless chatter that my daughter can speak...I know this all too well. Your right though, despite the crazy that it can bring, there is much I have learned over the years!

Have a wonderful weekend!
~K

Tanja said...

Mindless chatter, we are going through this too! He reads everything we pass by and asks what it is...detour, do not enter, etc. and then after telling him what it is you have to answer the why's! It's exhausting!

MamáChanga said...

Oh my gosh, I'm dying from the laughter over here! Can you believe I can totally remember bombaring my parents with these type of endless, no-point conversations that only made sense to me?! My uncle used to call me motormouth. The way Da'Gorgeouses chatter now, I know I'm in for more of the same TIMES TWO! LOL!! Thanks for the laughs!

Hugs & Blessings!

Adrian said...

Yep, welcome to my life. What really drives me crazy is when they go into this routine when I'm running late and dashing around trying to get everything together to go somewhere. You have a lot more patience than I do. I usually start yelling about then....

dani said...

let me just tell you... i only have one child, but she has taught me EVERY thing she has ever learned, she has shared with me EVERY thing she has ever thought, and i know EVERY thing there is to know about POKEMON (and we have the toys, blankets, games, and trading cards to show for it), HA!!!
love you, kel, and hope you have a great holiday weekend!!!
dani

tammy said...

Oh yes, the endless chatter. And while I never want them to stop wanting to talk to me, sometimes I just want them to stop talking to me!

Are You Serious! said...

♥ She sounds like my oldest daughter! I can't keep her quiet for more than 1 second at a time! :)

Jen said...

Oh man, this really made me laugh, because as a nanny, and a former preschool teacher, I know just how weird and nonsensical kids conversations can be. Sometimes I just play along, and start my own weird dialogue about goofy stuff. That either makes them crack up, or stop talking, either way - all good!

Becky said...

I'm right there with ya on that same crazy train, lol!

Except for me it's boy chatter. I know far more about which Marvel Superhero can take which in a battle, Star Wars trivia, and sports teams than I ever cared to know. Oh, and facts about the planets.

Just don't let Alexix get started on the "Father Abraham" song from Sunday School...you'll never, EVER get it out of your head, lol.

forgetfulone said...

Pokemon, yes, but do you know your Yu Gi OH!? LOL Such is our lives.

Little Sweethearts said...

You never know when that Pokemon stuff might come in handy!

Tania

Queen of My Domain said...

Some days I just beg them to give me one song on the radio before they give me more info than my brain can handle. It doesnt always work though, that's a very long three minutes for my kids.

phd in yogurtry said...

I will sheepishly admit, I am not so patient. Not nearly so. I reach a point where I DO let them know that I need a bit of peace and quiet. But I don't say it quite like that.

Leah said...

My kids get into those modes, and I swear, it's always when I'm driving! And even though they're honestly not feeling bad, I feel ready to rip my ears off, or drive off a cliff or something, anything. My car mantra lately seems to be, "I know you're not being bad, but I need you to not do that or else we're gonna crash" as I grip the steering wheel all white-knuckled and pray the madness ends SOON. *grin* oh, the days of being a kid and we were all so easily amused and entertained...

Pregnantly Plump said...

So funny! The way it's looking now, I will have to learn a lot about cars and tires in the next few months.

bichonpawz said...

I felt like I was riding right along with you Kellan! And I don't know anything about dinosaurs or pokemon....like I have said before....enjoy it while you can!! And be safe in Texas my friend!! Hope all those in New Orleans are safe too.

Kami said...

Yup, I know this well and you right, while it's so much preferable to whining it too has it's moments!

Valarie said...

When my children go on and on and on...and on..and on.... I just keep telling myself how thankful I am that they CAN talk and that it is a blessing that they can ramble on for hours at a time about nothing in particular......but it still drives me nuts!!!

Smoochiefrog said...

I think it's the age. M is 7 and will talk just to hear herself talk sometimes. It totally drives me bonkers!

Eileen said...

I so get this! I have missed exits and taken wrong turns because of their chattering and questions. I love them dearly, but sometimes I just want to tell them to not talk. A few times I have made the car ride a "quiet ride" due to fussing. It was so nice.

XXXXX

Tara said...

You are a very patient mama!

Kaci said...

Oh bless your heart just reading all that made me go crazy!! :) XOXO

Michelle said...

Boy that sounds JUST like the conversations I have with Mister Man all the time. Except that yours appear to be more successful. When asked "Did I arrive in late afternoon" earlier today, the only clarification I could get around where I was supposedly arriving or had arrived was "late afternoon" which did me no good. Both of us were frustrated with that one! Should I ask about the girls and why you were picking them up?

DYSFUNCTIONAL MOM said...

I have a seven year old girl, too. I know exactly what you're talking about!
I used to know a LOT about Pokemon. And the Pokemon Snap game? I kicked butt on that thing! lol

Darla said...

Oh thank you for this post! It renews my strength and tolerance for the same stuff....blah, blah, climbed up the tree, and blah, blah couldn't find Sofi and blah,blah (Is she telling me about a dream or real-life...focus! focus!) "Uhhh, was this a dream, or.." A sharp look and, "Nooo, I was telling you what we were doing outside..." and *sigh* she starts all over!!! It is so hard sometimes not to just crab at them and say, "Ok, will you please give my head some peace and quiet?" But for the most part, I think I've done reasonably well keeping it to myself...now I will try even harder again! :)

Rachel said...

LOL Kellan! I was just saying that Princess is driving me nuts.
She's lost TV privileges and toy privileges for 4 days because of not cleaning and not being totally truthful.

She is now everywhere I am and talking nonstop and asking questions NONSTOP! It's driving me batty, but I keep having to remind myself what a blessing she and her amazingly busy little mind are.

So glad I'm not the only one!!!
XOXO

Monogram Queen said...

Mine jabbers on about stuff too and the questions - oh dear God please tell me it stops at age four!

Courtney said...

I was just thinking that you described my car rides with Taylor.

Janet said...

The Queen puts us through similar things constantly. We have to tell her how we're getting wherever we're going (down the driveway, around the big curve, over the creek, past the big rock, through the meadows, around the mountain, over the river, etc), down to every last stoplight. Because if you don't get them right, she KNOWS!!! She's 4. I tremble for my future.

The story about Little Billy was hilarious. I would have been a completely devastated and humiliated kid if I had done that.

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