Lucas is a bird. First of all, he eats like a bird. He is really the pickiest eater ever. He has hardly eaten any food today because he doesn't like the options I've placed before him. And I've given him plenty of good options. Sometimes he eats. Most of the time, he doesn't. It drives me crazy. He has a few favorites and basically refuses to eat anything else.
Secondly, he could double as a screech owl. When he wants something, he lets out an ear-shattering scream. This happens all day long, but especially when he wants a drink of milk. He will stand by the fridge and give off one loud screech at a time until I fulfill his request. I know, I have trained him to do this in a roundabout, not on purpose way. Screeching works. It makes me open the fridge as fast as possible and give him the darn milk so he will quit screaming. I am trying to change the behavior, but at this point it is pretty hard to do.
He is also a rooster, rising at 6:30 AM every single morning. It doesn't matter what time he went to bed the night before. He's going to wake up before 7. I find it extremely difficult to drag my tired self out of bed before 7. I prefer at least 7:30 AM, and my other two children were happy to oblige. But Lucas refuses to sleep in. It's hard to explain how 30 extra minutes of sleep could possibly mean so much to me, but they do. I long for 30 extra minutes of sleep like a caffeine addict yearns for their morning coffee.
He also sounds like a parrot half the time, squawking out an intelligible syllable now and then. He doesn't have half the vocabulary of most parrots though. He says da-da and A-yuh. Those are his two favorite words for now. What am I, chopped liver?
Well, I am comparing him to birds right now. Probably not the most motherly thing to do. Maybe I am chopped liver.
3 comments:
I have always been amazed at how children come from the same genes and yet God makes them so different. Too bad they don't each have their own instruction manual. From another non-morning person I do understand your pain :)
Lynn
ha! you've taken it and made it funny, that's great. this too shall pass.
btw, my nickname as a child included a reference to being a bird - apparently I didn't coo or gurgle - I chirped.
Aaaahh Lukie, lukie. He is an interesting one, isn't he?
I remember how effective Taryn's screech sound used to be. We used to call it a pterodactyl scream. Not that we officially know what they sound like from the dinosaur-age... but from the dinosaur scary movies. Boy, we all would give that kid ANYTHING she wanted to get her to stop that sound! Some kids really know how to work the system for sure!
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