There is a quiet chatter coming up the stairs from the finished basement where Primo and Segundo are playing trucks on the big pink chair. They are playing together, not fighting, but playing and interacting with their cars and trailers. It’s times like these where I get no-hitter superstitious and stay close enough to be aware of them, but far enough away and out of sight so as not to ruin it with my presence. See if they see me they will want to do what I’m doing, or get me to play along with them and the whole dynamic changes. They now compete for my attention and the happy interactive playtime together is gone like the deer you find in your back yard in the early dawn hours.
Lately these play times have been few and far between because of Segundo’s birthday. The little man man got a lot of attention and even more new toys as some sort of reward for surviving another year in my care I think. All that attention makes Primo more then a little envious. One toy in particular, from Grammie, seems to be at the center of most of the conflict lately. It is a toy computer that counts and makes animal sound amoung other things. This toy is frustrating to me for a couple reasons. Of course the fights and screaming that it leads to when they are taking it from each other, even The Charge is getting in on computer time, but also the sounds this toy makes when just one child is playing with it peacefully. These toys that sing songs and beep and honk are brought into this house only to drive me crazy, what other reason would someone give it to our child. Well they give them because the kids love them and this toy is well loved right now. I need to remember that the toy is not for me but for Segundo and it resonates with that target audience.
My laptop is always near by playing some music, displaying two or three twitter threads, or cascading way to many articles on the Lakers last and next game and my boys pick up on it’s importance to me. With his computer Segundo feels like he just like daddy and will often come sit right next to me and open up his mini noise making laptop and smile big up at me telling me about his “Combuter”. He’s pretty cute sitting there pressed up against me with his head under my arm clicking away on the numbers. I turn down my music and listen to his, I put down my laptop and pick him up onto my lap so we can play with his and I remember that Grammie got this for him, not to drive me crazy and she did good. He loves it right now and it doesn’t take much to recognize that a big part of that is his desire to do what daddy is doing.