Quirks, we can do

I’ve been tagged by two peas no pod (who date back to being one of my very first blog addictions), for a meme on 6 trivial quirks about my child. two peas, no pod are a blogging couple, a concept that really intrigues me. So not going to happen in our house, on with the meme…  

It is March and Lauca turns three this month.

1. Lauca has taught herself to lie. Her career in deceit so far consists of “I don’t have to have a bath because I already had one at Nanna’s” and “Daddy said I could have ice cream for breakfast”. Lies, lies, damn lies.

2. I treasure her infant language like a dying tribal language in some remote part of the world. Lauca has very few words of her own invention or misunderstanding left. Gone is ’sprinkly/sparkly feet’; someone told her it was really ‘pins and needles’ she was experiencing in her feet, and damnit she’s adopted that. Gone also is ‘teacups’ instead of ‘hiccups’. She still says ’seagirls’ instead of seagulls though and I try to distract her if someone nearby is talking about ’seagulls’ because I don’t want her to hear their pronunciation.

3. One day she and her father found a watch at the park. I presume it once belonged to a teenage boy, it has that appearance. Her father said he rescued this watch and brought it home because it was starting to rain. I told her father we didn’t need any more stuff in our house, and that he should give it to some teenage boy. We don’t know any teenage boys. I told him to put it in a charity box but he kept forgetting to do so. He hates watches and I already have a watch. While cleaning up the house I threw the watch out the door on to the footpath figuring someone who needed a watch would find it and take it. (Somehow this made more sense at the time than it does in telling the story). The next day I found the watch pinned to my front door. A neighbor must have figured we’d accidentally dropped our teenage boy watch outside. Lauca now loves to wear the watch, or wrist-clock as she calls it. She proudly puts the watch on by herself, so it can take me by surprise at night (as you may know she still sleeps in our bed) when I glance over and see what looks like the wrist of a thin teenage boy in my bed, with his watch on my pillow. 

4. Lauca likes to tell us stories about what she will be like when she is an adult. I find them highly entertaining. So far we know that she is going to live in a house adjacent to our local shopping centre. Her house will have lots of lemonade and cake. She is going to have a rainbow coloured dog and she is going to take our spotted kitten with her (good, it will be an incontinent old thing by then I’m sure). Each week she’ll buy dog and cat meat for her pets but she is going to stay vegetarian herself (brainwashing is working beautifully I see). She is going to be a mother and a vet, because “you can be both” (be still my feminist heart). Her plans also include three children, two of them twin babies, and she’ll parent them with another mother, not a father (so, that’s why they’ve got the rainbow coloured dog I guess). The babies and her will take naps on their sofa during the day. She tells me she’ll come home at night to sleep in our bed though.

5. Toddlers suddenly seem to get to this age where they get the heebie jeebies about the strangest things. Lauca is terrified of this farmer (below) in Shaun the Sheep, a show so damn cute and inoffensive that everything in it is made of plasticine. If she even sees an ad on TV for an upcoming episode of Shaun the Sheep she will run screaming from the room (or maybe “bellowing like the spawn of satan“, it’s kind of hard to know for sure which pitch she is using).

6. Lauca loves to dress herself, insists upon it.. and it is all about the layers this season.

Now I have to tag three others, how about 280 Main Street, single mom with tiny tot, and Team Effort?