Growing up a little

A year ago, at two-and-a-half, The Gibber knew the entire Thomas the Train Engine pantheon.  He knew the names of all the engines and cars, probably down to their manufacturer, tonnage, service history, serial numbers and refitting dates.  (Myself, I could tell the engines apart from the cars in the dark but only because the engines have things that stick up and hurt your feet differently).

This morning The Gibber held two engines up to me.  “Daddy, who are these?”

I can distinguish them because their names are printed on the bottom. “That’s James, and that’s Skarloey,” I told him.  This saddened me a little.  He’s gone from being totally crazy about trains to having other pursuits: A little while later he was back to the Lego, building towers and spaceships, trains forgotten.

We saw Wall-E today (his first movie), and he sat through the entire thing.  I predict that we will be stepping on a lot of Lego robots….

Author: landon

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3 thoughts on “Growing up a little”

  1. Hey, I’ve been thinking about stuff like this a lot lately, how my kids can be totally into one thing at a point, know a lot about it, and then a few months later it seems as if they not only have lost interest but also the actual knowledge of the topic.

    For instance, my daughter used to know a lot of car makes when she was about two, or two-and-a-half, we used to talk about them when we walked to/from nursing school; a year later she knew none (or close to none). My boy is that age now, and he knows some birds by name, and I’m pretty sure he’ll have forgotten most of them in a year.

    It’s a bit weird, you’d think that the brain should hold on to knowledge like that. It’s not like I keep forgetting useful stuff myself… eh, well, never mind, it was nothing.

  2. You will rue the day that legos became the thing you step on now instead of trains!!

    Lego are everywhere in my house. If you haven’t had a nerve severed in your foot by a Lego brick you haven’t been very lucky! 🙂

  3. You mean legos don’t exist to puncture feet?

    You might want to sacrifice an old bed sheet as a ‘lego dropcloth’. Spread it out. Pour forth the legos.

    When you’re done, pick up the corners and just deposit in the big plastic box. Saved us time picking up blocks, and saved parent’s feet (and much wrath)…

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