Widget is learning to count, and this is starting to change our daily routine in ways I never expected.
We count stairs. We count bears. We count books and trucks and toys on the chairs. We count all the time, during the day and at night. It is really amazing … and he’s always right!
Dr. Seuss-isms aside (Happy 103rd Birthday, Dr. Seuss!), this is a skill that Widget has been working on for a month or two now, and it’s one that pleases me to no end. No matter what else happens, my boy loves to read with me and he loves to count. That makes me very very happy, and, as a SAHM, it fills our days with something rapidly approaching joy.
I’ve been waiting for the time when he recognizes his numbers well enough to incorporate them into our morning routine. If I could be absolutely sure that he would remember that “7” is when we get up, I’d put a digital clock in his room tonight, pasting over the minutes, with a direction that when the clock read “7” again he could get up.
Currently, he can get up when it’s light outside. But sleep is slipping away now that we’re closer to the first day of spring and the sun is rising earlier and earlier. And of course the frequent night wakings of his baby brother certainly aren’t helping us get extra sleep to compensate.
Last weekend, Widget got up early and crawled into our bed to snuggle. Whydaddy and I are so tired these days that I’m not even sure it registered consciously with either of us. Regardless, it was nice. He asked to “watch, watch, watch tv” but it was so early. I pointed to the clock and told him that when the clock says “7” we can watch Bob the Builder. Two minutes later, the chorus of “watch, watch, watch TV” resounded, with the accompanying “seven!”
I groaned, rolled over, and checked the clock. 6:07.
Waaaaah. But he was right. I put in a DVD and went back to sleep.