Tuesday, May 20, 2008

A Case of Mistaken Identity...

Apparently a two year old's brain is a busy place. Lots of circuits connecting and synapses firing and whatnot. Imagine the amount of information a toddler takes in on any given day. It's pretty staggering. No wonder they are such crabby pains in the ass half the time (and I mean that in the most loving way); they are still trying to process the phenomenon that is play-dough when they have to understand why banging on a toy drum is okay, but banging on the cat is, um, not.

S
o I guess it's not really a surprise that Ethan's got some confusion going in terms of the people in his life. After all, he knows a LOT of people. There's Mommy and Daddy, Lilly, Lily, Chloe, Chloe, Ava, Piper, Katherine (even though she went and moved away), Jacob, Grammy, Grampy, Grandma Judy, Grandpa Harry, Tio Pete, Tia Emi, Sofia, Mr. Skip, Auntie Karen, Sammy, Chris, Jackson, Izzy, and the list goes on.

It's come to my attention in the last couple of days that when he's happily muttering along about the people he knows (bedtimes are scattered with thoughtful commentary on our day--I generally hear a lot of "Lily" and "Piper" amongst the jibberish), he might not always have the right names associated with the people they go to.

I was excited at his birthday party when it seemed that he clearly "got" the difference between Grammy and Grandma. My mother is Grammy. Husband's mother is Grandma. Or so we thought. He knows the difference between my mother and Husband's mother. BUT he clearly has a tough time differentiating between Grandma Judy and Grandpa Harry.

This weekend we had brunch with said grandparents and Ethan decided to start calling his Grandpa, "Judy". Over and over again. Complete with pointing and giggling. Like he knew he was playing with us, but couldn't help himself because "damn it if those grown ups don't laugh every time I do it! They're too easy. Watch this....Judy!!!" (cue: adults crumpling into fits of laughter because we really are that easy).

For a nanosecond I considered being freaked out that it was some sort of developmental issue and Ohmygod, he used to know who Judy is and now he's not sure and WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN???

And then I had another sip of my mimosa and giggled at my kid.

3 comments:

Becca said...

That's hilarious! I'd crack up too! Charlie has a book with pictures of different things and he names each of them correctly (bird, baby, kitty) until we get to the page with puppies which always stumps him for some reason. For about a week we'd get to that page and he'd gleefully announce "Dogkitty!"

I read "No wonder they are such crabby pains in the ass half the time..." to Ryan. Too funny!

Sarah said...

Yum-- mimosas!

How adorable that he offers bedtime commentary!

Leap Year Dad said...

We went so far as to have a different name for each Grand parent. With two granddads, three grandmoms, 6 great grandparents, We had a bunch, and each one unique, mostly to keep them straight for us. My dad became Bumpa and (Great) Grandma Ruth became Ru-ru. And my grandmother was able to deal with Meme. The Appalacian side was Papaw and Memaw, so the dialects were fun.

And Thing 1(now 11) could keep them all straight. Thing 2 merely inherited the names that Thing 1 morphed them into.

It was always fun to listen at bedtime, in hearing range, but out of sight, of the daily rewind of the people and events. Putting all the memories into the Pensieve (sp) of Harry Potter, and forgetting all those details the next day (how did my truck get here?).