We have entered the age of repetition. Every child goes through this, I guess, when they want to watch the SAME thing over and over, eat the same thing, even wear the same thing. If they like something the first time, they love it the tenth time, and they freaking ADORE it right around the time it makes their mother want to poke her eyes out of her head and run screaming from the house.
Things on constant repeat in our house:
1. Movies. It started with Cinderella. In an attempt to get them to like something else, we showed them Monsters Inc. We’ve watched Monsters roughly 500 times since. So we introduced Toy Story. When I couldn’t stand that anymore, I bought Toy Story2. At least we now have three movies on rotation. Charlotte talks about Mike and Sully and Buzz and Cowboy (as she calls Woody) like they’re her best friends. “Aw, I LOVE MIKE! He’s so CUTE!” she loves to yell. For those not in the know, this is Mike Wazowski.
2. Music. We have a cd that without any help is incredibly annoying. It’s a Little People cd, which consists of adults trying to sing and sound like children. Which just bugs me, but the girls love it. However, they each decided one song on the CD was THEIR song, Katie’s being “The Wheels on the Bus” and Charlotte’s is “Mr. Golden Sun.” So that is all they want to hear when we ride in the car. THEIR SONG. Which means we alternate between two of the world’s most grating songs. And to make it even better, whichever girl’s song isn’t the one that’s playing whines and complains until it’s over (NOOOOO!! No wheels on the bus Mommy!! MR SUN! My song now, my song!). Fun.
3. Knock Knock Jokes. This is mostly Katie. I’m not sure where she even heard them but she loves knock knock jokes. Except she doesn’t yet understand the concept or the fact that there’s supposed to be a punch line. So it goes like this:
Katie: KNOCK KNOCK!! Mommy, knock knock!
Me: Who’s there?
Me: Orange who?
Katie: dead silence
Me: Orange who Katie? How about “Orange you glad it’s Katie!” Say that next time!
Katie: more dead silence
Me : Okay Katie?
Katie: KNOCK KNOCK!!! Mommy, knock knock!
She also loves to ‘introduce’ herself to me. All day.
She says “Hi Mommy! What’s your name?”
I have to say “My name is Megan, what’s your name?”
“My name is Katie! Nice to meet you!”
It’s cute. It is. It’s cute. Well it was cute the first 500 hundred times anyway.
4. Boo Boos. I’ve joked that I sometimes feel like I’m living with senior citizens instead of children. There is a non stop litany of ailments around here. Boo boos are discussed constantly. Boo boos that have LONG since healed are still remembered and pointed out (and need a Band Aid, which leads to more complaining because often times someone thinks the Band Aid itself hurts, ow, it’s stuck Mommy, help! help!) Charlotte at least once a day tells me she needs to go to the doctor. Reasons for her needing medical attention have included a scraped knee, a hangnail (I actually had to go to the service desk at Costco recently and ask for a Band Aid from their first aid kit because LaLa WOULD NOT SHUT UP about a hangnail, and then when she got it she wouldn’t shut up about the lady giving her a Band Aid), hiccups, a blister on her foot, bumping her hand on the door, burping, sneezing, and being cold.
The girls had an eye doctor appointment recently and they talked all morning about what they were going to tell the doctor. Katie was excited to show her the scrape on her knee while Charlotte kept saying “I’m going to tell the doctor my tummy hurts!” EYE DOCTOR girls. EYE doctor.
5. Bed Time Stalling. This is such CLASSIC kid behavior. Bedtime has slowly gotten longer and longer because there is a laundry list of things that must be done before they will finally lay down and go to sleep. And they must be done not once or twice but over and over. Both girls need to feel the air coming out of the air conditioner, look out the window to see if it’s dark, hug mommy, hug daddy, kiss daddy, kiss mommy, hug mommy again, have their blanket put on, one more hug, blanket put on again, one more kiss, say Sweet Dreams Mommy! ok I love you Mommy, wait I love you again Mommy, say sweet dreams, okay, one more time……
They get me with the “I love you Mommy” though. Every night, even after I’ve closed their door and walked away, I can still hear Charlotte saying “I love you Mommy!” and Katie saying “Sweet dreams Mommy! Night night!”
Some things really never can be repeated too often.