Friday, November 03, 2006
I have always noticed, from Max's time in utero on, that he responds to Ian differently than he does to me. He gets a little crazier around Ian, he shows off a little more, and he behaves as if he is a little tougher. Yesterday and the day before were Ian's days off, and the first days off in a long time that we didn't have lots of stuff to do. We puttered around the house, started trying to organize Max's room (which is currently a soul-crushing pile of boxes that have yet to be unloaded) so that it can become Max and Speck's room. Even with these projects, however, we were mostly at home, and it's been a while since I have seen Max have so much uninterrupted Dad time. I had, therefore, not fully realized that Max's capacity and desire for mischief are also greatly enhanced by paternal presence. Those of you that know Ian are thinking that I should have expected this when choosing to reproduce with him, and you are right. Max chased the cats mercilessly, he climbed furniture like he has never climbed it before, he slammed the piano on his fingers twice (learning nothing, apparently, from the first injury), looking at Ian with a wily grin after each infraction. Ian had to leave the house during naptimes, because Max was certainly not condescending to sleep if his dad was out in the living room having Man Time. Worst of all -- and I mean, WORST -- Max has learned to open and close all the doors in our apartment. We have been keeping the bathroom door closed, so as not to find toilet water and paper in places where it shouldn't be, but we will now have to employ elaborate locks somewhere high up on the door to bar our rascally son from weasling his way in. He is also no respecter of privacy -- if you go in the bedroom and close the door so you can change clothes at our house, you can and should expect the door to creak open moments later, and a small, fuzzy tuft to appear ominously in the doorway. I am not exactly blaming Ian for any of this, but none of it seems to happen nearly as often when he is not home. I'm just saying.
Posted by Chelsa at 8:32 AM