Sunday, October 14, 2007

and Shabbos

Barak was back to his normal sweet self.

Today, while Iyyar was napping, Barak and I went with a friend to Target, in her car. For a child with a motor vehicle fetish but no regular access to a car, going to Target in a car ranks about 8 out of 10 in the Toddler Excitement Scale. Not as good as getting to peek inside a firetruck or a concrete mixer, but a heck of a lot better than anything that happens on an ordinary day. I brought along his car seat and buckled him in. When we pulled into the parking lot, I got out of the car and closed the door, about to open the back seat to let him out. Barak, not used to any kind of a car routine, was immediately alarmed--he thought I'd forgotten him.

"Imma!" he hollered. "Buckle me out please!"

Buckle me in, buckle me out. It makes sense.

Off to put the tissues and toilet paper away.


miriamp said...

Oh, and as the mother of a Baby, a Toddler, and a Preschooler or two, Toddler ends when they turn three. Barak qualifies as a "preschooler: ages 3-4." Then they are officially "School age children." Oh, and anyone not yet in school is known around here as a "little." (But we have bigs too, to distinguish from. If your only definition of big kid involves potty use, you don't want to make him back into a little.)

uberimma said...

He sleeps in a toddler bed, wears toddler-sized clothes, puts things in his mouth that he shouldn't, and is in the same carseat he's been in since he was 10 months old. I think of him as a toddler. Not sure when that will change, but when it does it will probably be overnight.

He thinks that he is generically "big" and Iyyar is a "big baby", as opposed to the "little baby" that his morah just had. (I, on the other hand, don't think of Iyyar as a baby anymore, but I don't feel the need to correct him on that one.) But he does distinguish between himself and "big kids" such as his morah's school-aged kids.

miriamp said...

I guess that makes sense. I think I just personally have an aversion to the word Toddler, usually when I'm referring to a walking talking "baby" of barely 1 and my husband "corrects" me. "That's not a baby, that's a toddler." So in my head I keep them babies until they are between 2 and 3, when they become just plain "littles" and then they go to school and turn into "bigs."

Now that I've psychoanalyzed myself, you can go right back to calling Barack a Toddler with my blessing, lol.