Friday, December 12, 2008

Three year olds are random

Tuesday is our garbage day and Max's favorite day of the week. I need to open the blinds in Max's room and make sure there is a chair in front of the window for him to stand on. A few weeks ago, I forgot to open the blinds, and we heard the garbage truck on our street. Then I heard Max screaming in his room "IT'S NOT OPEN! IT'S NOT OPEN! OPEN IT! OPEN IT! OPEN IT!!!!!!!!"
I ran in the room, opened the blinds and lifted Max on the chair just in time for him to see the garbage truck. His little heart was beating about 280 beats a minute.
Last week he discovered that if he looked out the kitchen window, he could see the garbage truck on the street behind us.

I've never seen him so happy.

Each day, Max takes his cars and big blocks and puts three of them in front of every door in our house as well as the couch and chairs and refrigerator and dishwasher and filing cabinet and.................well, you get the idea. We have blocks and cars all over the floor.
These aren't ordinary blocks and cars, however, they are "garbage cans." Max crawls on the floor and stops at each grouping of garbage cans, picks one up, lifts it over his head and dumps it then returns it to it's original place. Then he lifts a second one over his head and dumps it, puts it back then moves on to the next pile.
He went around the room doing this and finally I asked him why he was only picking up two of the three blocks/cars (excuse me, "garbage cans") and leaving the third one there.
He looked at me like I was a complete idiot and said "Because I'm the garbage truck and those are also the recycle cans. With I come back later and be the recycle truck and get the recycle cans"

I stand corrected.

Silly me, I don't know why I couldn't tell those were recycle cans.

Aaron and Brielle are now off track from school and won't go back until January. This means that Max has two friends to play with, who NEVER annoy or tease him.
Several times yesterday, we accidently bumped or kicked one of his rows of cars/blocks, and this brought Max running from whatever far corner of the house that he was collecting garbage "NO! NO! NO! YOU ALSO LEAVE THE GARBAGE CANS ALONE!! YOU NOT MESS THEM UP!!!!" Then he would very carefully line them back up in the proper place, and his heart rate would return to normal, until the next time that one of the kids would move them, then it would start all over again.

Multiple times.

Each day.

Yesterday we had Christmas music playing on the radio all day. When it was time to get Max ready to go to preschool, I asked him to come into the bathroom to get his hair combed. He stood outside the door, shaking his hips to the music and said "I can't. I'm dancin' "
I said "Do you think you could come dance in the bathroom so I can comb your hair?"
"Nope" Max said as he boogied away "I'm still dancin'."

He went to school with messy hair.

When we picked him up from school, I asked him what he did in school (as I do every time I pick him up) he said "We got to watch room five's Christmas program, and they also watched our program."
"How fun!" I said "What kind of songs did room five sing?"
And Max replies "They singed too much songs!"

Last night we attended CJ's band concert (which by the way was fabulous! The band is great) Max did pretty well at the concert, but we got home later than his bed time, and he'd had it. We decided to have some ice cream as a treat, but only after everyone had their pajamas on.
Apparently, Max didn't feel the need to put his pajamas on but still expected to get ice cream. He threw such a fit that he got put in time out.
I won't go into great detail, but eventually he got the pajamas on, but he didn't get his bowl of ice cream until after everyone else had finished theirs, and he was sad.
I hugged him and we talked about it."Max" I said "the reason you didn't get your ice cream sooner is because you were having some issues with pajamas." and Max says "I not did! I have issues tomorrow!"
(Yes, I'm looking forward to his "issues" today)

In the end, he took one bite of ice cream then decided that he would rather have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.


utmomof5 said...

Well at least you know what Max will be when he grows up! If not a garbage man he will be the man who runs the whole company and tells his employees which cans can be touched and which ones can't. And no singing of songs while dumping the garbage :)

Kristina P. said...

I never get tired of Max stories. He is hilarious.

Aunty Em said...

You should write children's books starring Max. You would have plenty of material!

What a character.

Jillene said...

I LOVE Max stories!! He reminds me of O--she is comical like that too!!

Maraiya said...


I've written this comment three times and each blogger flips out and deletes the whole sucker.

And I'm tired of writing the same darn thing.

Max is funny. Love that he is a garbage man who remembers the recycling. Love that all that independent playing must give you plenty of time for blogging, eating bon bons and watching soaps...ahem, um, working.

Bah - home this works.

stabro - what I'd like to do to blogger right now.

Alison Wonderland said...

Oh, garbage day is super at our house too. But the Infantile Delinquent has not thought to reenact. Yet.
Good luck with the off track, I feel your pain.

Busty LaRue said...

That is so funny! At least you know that he would be a good garbage man. Besides, waste management makes a killing, so I hear...especially in Jersey! haha

JustRandi said...

Yay! i love it when a kids gives me another thing to threaten with.
As in - "If you don't hurry and get dressed, you'll miss the garbage truck!"

I love Max stories.

SuburbanCorrespondent said...

It's good to see Max has some career goals, isn't it?

Damama T said...

I absolutely love that you didn't make him quit dancing in order to brush his hair. Yay for you for letting him express his creativity while beginning to learn to make a few choices on his own.

Bonnie the Boss said...

So cute! I have an older brother who informed me the other day that he wanted to be a garbage man when he got big. Garbage trucks are cool! My brother is now a chemist or some other such thing.

Heidi said...

You know, that Max has a lot of logic for a little one. You should listen to him more.

MamaHenClucks said...

Your Max cracks me up. He reminds me of my girlie at that age, but she did not make me laugh at the time :)

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