The other day we were walking Bunny and remarking what a nice dog she has turned out to be.
BAGD: I can’t believe she never barks and how well she walks on the leash already. And the house training is going really well.
BAGM: Yeah, I know. I mean, when we were thinking about getting a dog I was worried, but I was also pretty sure we would end up with a good one. I mean, we usually do alright…we’re BeAGoodFamily, afterall.
Tonight BAGD and I are watching a Nick Offerman comedy special and he just quoted Thomas Jefferson, who apparently once said “I am a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work, the more I have of it.” I think that may be our BeAGoodFamily motto for 2015. Maybe its been our motto all along. It sort of sums everything up. Not just our dog-related concerns, but everything. Everything BAGD and I have been through together for the past 15 years…infertility, job loss, autism, and probably some other things that were a big deal for us at the time but have faded from my memory because things worked out OK in the end.
Work Hard, believe that things will work out for you, and they will. ’nuff said.
I know those of you that saw Pookie’s Chris list were like “uhhh…doesn’t he want anything besides Legos?” You were probably surprised that BAGD and I would let him obsess over something to that degree. The truth is that we’ve known for years that he would someday become fully obsessed with one thing and it would be nearly impossible to redirect him. We held back for years before we finally agreed to let him settle on one thing. We knew it had to be something manageable. Something that could carry OK into adulthood. Something that had greater benefits than liabilities. So, here it is. Legos. And we’re all 3 happy with that choice.
When he was very young we saw his desire to specialize and we tried to push him towards non-cartoon stims like trucks or dinosaurs. Those never stuck. We let our guard down after years of trying to keep Baby Einstein from sticking and Pookie tried to settle on Yo Gabba Gabba but luckily he outlived their popularity and mass marketing. But Legos are everywhere, and they deserve to be.
I remember the first Lego set he got…. Buzz Lightyear. It was our attempt to crossover from one of his then current interests (Toy Story) into new territory. BAGD sat at the kitchen table and showed him, piece by piece, which went where. Fast forward to today when he can (and will) independently assemble a 700 piece Lego airplane in 2 hours without a break. He breaks down his completed sets and does them again. He keeps his instruction booklets all together in a box. He works through tough steps without anger or frustration. He only began to understand money and commerce when he learned he could save to buy more Lego sets. He doesn’t like to look at exhibits at the museum, but he loves to stroll through the Lego aisle at the store and see whats new. He treats his Legos like they are something special.
You know I like to look way too far into the future sometimes, just to give myself something to worry about. But in this case I like to imagine myself, 79 years old with a hump and cane, shuffling into Toys r Us and picking out one of the big Lego sets (you know…the ones on the bottom shelf. ..the really big ones) for Pookie’s 50th birthday. I’ll have to get one of the whippersnapper clerks to carry it for me. He’ll be a nice young man who will make a safe joke like “this is going to take you a while to put together! “ And I’ll say “No, this is for my boy; He loves Legos.”
Can we just talk about this for a minute? This is our Bunny P/P Chart. We’re trying to learn when she needs to go outside and remember to give her the opportunity. Guess who does the 6 am shift? Can you tell from the handwriting? It’s Geetle! She sets her Darth Vader alarm clock and wakes up every morning to walk the dog! She did it again this morning, I just took the pic before she got a chance to log it! No complaints. No reminders! We don’t even see her leave the house. BAGD and I also get up at 6 but we stumble out of bed, while she literally jumps out of bed. She’s got Bunny on the leash and out the door before I find my glasses and turn off my alarm.
Lucky dog (but more lucky parents!)
Looks innocent, doesn’t it? But it’s not. For some reason, this ordinary Lego police semi truck has fallen out of favor with Pookie and had been banished from his collection. He won’t allow this truck in his room any longer.
I find it in the hall just outside his bedroom door and put it back on his shelf. He rejects it and removes it from his room immediately. Lately he seems to be trying to dump it on his sisters, leaving it here in front of Geetle’s dresser.
When I ask him why, he cannot explain, other than to say that the truck doesn’t go on his shelf. I find this intriguing so I keep bringing the truck back and asking why. This morning he responded to my usual questions with new information.
He told me he is getting the Lego City Police Command Station for his birthday next month. I assume that means he no longer needs this police semi truck. He’s just making room.