It’s apparently more fascinating than any toy money can buy….
The remote control. In particular, the one that sits on the night stand in our bedroom. The one we grab to watch a little TV before we fall asleep…and the Today Show…oh, who am I kidding…the Disney Channel in the morning, desperately trying to put off the clamoring for breakfast and get a few extra minutes of sleep.
My little 1-year-old likes to talk on the phone, and somehow, the remote control has become her favorite pretend one. More annoying than trying to coax my cat out of my older daughter’s room before bedtime, is trying to locate that remote control in a groggy state of mind. Only to find it in the most abnormal places…shoes (her other obsession), kitty’s food bowl, big sister’s closet, her high chair…
Annoying as it is to locate the dang thing when we need it, watching her interact with it as if there’s a person talking to her on the other end is pretty priceless. It’s one of those things that we’ll soon forget about over time, so I’m glad I’m writing about it. I don’t know how it happens, but somehow the things we thought we’d never forget about our girls, we find reminiscing about when we run across old photos and videos. Like, racing my oldest daughter down the street (pretend starting blocks included…funny, since I could never use them properly myself.)…or teaching her how to walk on that same journey- every day, holding both her little hands…coaxing her along.
Already, at 1 and 3, there are things that get lost in the shuffle of all the fun and frustrating memories we’ve accumulated thus far. The telephone remote control will surely be filed away and replaced with other hilarious….and maybe not so much so…idiosyncrasies coming our way. Right now, my one year old spits out new adorable words and phrases everyday, and my three-year-old spits out things I’m quite sure she shouldn’t be saying yet at all.
“Who is it, Lo? Who’s on the phone?”
Putting the remote on her shoulder and looking up at me as if I’ve interrupted important negotiations, she replies….
“Zszszszzpseeeee…..Pa Pa! Hiiiiiiiii! Hi, Papa!”
…then runs out of the room on her tip toes to finish her conversation in private.
Happy Channel Surfing…