Ping, Whir, Babble…
Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009Hi, I’m Grandpa Wednesday, and I’ll be sitting in for two weeks, while Wednesday Mom is visiting Husband/Daddy in Southeast Asia. Thanks to Navy scheduling, those two are finally getting the honeymoon they should have had seven years ago. But that’s another story…
We’ve now had 48 hours as “parents” of a two-year-old. The basics are coming back quickly, but there’s no doubt that many of the trimmings have changed. The first thing I noticed was the toys. When our kids were this age, it was the child who talked to the toy. (And we said, “Isn’t that adorable.”) Today, there are few toys that don’t whir, talk, or otherwise make their presence known. So far, none has initiated a conversation, but I’m suspicious that they may be plotting something.
Case in point: the trains. As you learned last week, Wednesday’s Child is in the midst of a “train phase.” His prize possessions include two complete sets of trains. The simple wooden ones I remember well, though the number of possible track pieces seems to have multiplied geometrically.
Set two is an engineer’s dream. At least five remote controlled locomotives, each with a wireless controller, its own sound effects, cars, people, and other accoutrements. My Powerbook laptop is a simpler tool to use. From what I can tell, the object of the game is to get as many trains running at once as possible, then set them all to create a spectacular crash at the bottom of the mountain.
I’m mastering all of this slowly, but Wednesday’s Child seems unfazed. He simply moves from one controller to the next…pushing and pulling the levers to make it all go smoothly. Mind you, this is the same kid who can pull up the Thomas the Tank Engine videos on Mom’s iPhone in about the time it takes me to figure out how to answer mine.
Different isn’t bad; it’s just different. Today’s toddlers can be just as creative as yesterday’s; they just have a much larger palette of options from which to choose. What matters is that Mom or Dad… or even Grandma or Grandpa… are around to help and applaud at the next great accomplishment.
Excuse me… there seems to be a caboose off the track…
More later,
Grandpa Wednesday