Adrian’s head is so full of thoughts. Thoughts are spinning, flying, spinning off new thoughts, all the time. The activity seems to be constant.
What if our house had feet? And what if it was like a robot, and it went off at night and bought something and then in the morning we would find it and ask, where did that come from? What if the bicycle had, like, a little roof so we wouldn’t get wet when it rains? Look, our shadow is cycling with us!
Our bodies are endlessly fascinating, and food and digestion in particular. What colour is the brain? How did we get teeth? How does food go to all parts of my body? Is the poop coming out now the food that I ate for lunch an hour ago? Poop is still fascinating as well as funny.
How does a four-year-old boy explore spelling? One day he told me that there are three letters in “kiss” and four in “bajs”.
All this thinking and talking makes him very distractible. Getting dressed in the morning and getting into bed at night takes ages, because the moment I turn my back, he starts thinking about something else. Same with calming down and falling asleep.
Even reading a nighttime story and singing for him is an exercise in frustration. He climbs around in the bed, starts talking about other things, and then asks me “did you sing Trollmor already? I didn’t hear it, can you sing it again?” Gaah!
Meals take an eternity and a half. Everybody else is finished (and I am a slow eater, if anything) and he’s still only halfway through his meal. And if we leave the table without waiting for him he is angry and in tears, and if we stay there then Ingrid squirms restlessly, out of her mind with boredom.
He’s getting sort of lazy with reading now, or perhaps overconfident. Often he reads the first two or three letters of a word and then makes a wild guess.
Favourite toy: Lego. Building is fun, and so is playing with the finished things. The least fun part is looking for the pieces he needs. We’ve upgraded our Lego storage so we now have a wide, shallow bin, and we often pour it all out on the floor for easier access – and still he hates looking through the pile. When he’s building something random he just adapts his construction to the pieces he finds, but sometimes he wants to build something based on instructions, and then he needs that tiny white piece of which there are exactly four in our giant pile of Lego… He really appreciates it when I help him build, which mostly means helping him find the pieces he needs.
Favourite stuff: pirates, and dinosaurs.
Favourite books: Bamse.
Not favourite activity: washing hands, especially if soap is involved. But because he plays outside in the sandbox at preschool I make him wash his hands when we get home, and because he often eats with his hands, and quite messily, I make him wash them again after most meals.
He has also started helping me cook, and that means more hand-washing… He likes stirring and pouring, but also chopping: carrots, potatoes, bananas.
Unrelated to the hand-washing (I believe) he has really dry skin on the backs of his hands, rough and almost cracking. We apply creams and ointments, it gets better for a while, and then worse again.
Baths, which he used to hate, are a mixed experience now. I only force him to bathe once a week. He objects, and he postpones, and he yells at me when I say there will be no more postponing – but once he’s in the bath he’s quite happy.
Odd habit: Wearing shoes without socks, with the velcro straps very loosely closed so he can take them off and on without undoing them. I don’t understand how he can do it without getting blisters.
The boy who only wore velour for half a year has started wearing jeans. At preschool they have to put on “outdoor trousers” over their indoor clothes when they go out, but not if they’re wearing jeans. (An understandable policy: even if I personally wouldn’t be too bothered if Adrian wore holes in his trousers, most parents probably would.) Adrian doesn’t like the extra layer, so he’s opted for jeans instead.
Magma, with lava coming out of it