Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Obsess Much?

Repetition does not get old when you're one. In fact, it is enchanting. In quick, steady repetition, Rose will cover and uncover her doll with a blanket for minutes on end, as though under a spell. Sometimes she appears to be enjoying herself. But other times, she furrows her brow, grunts with the effort and gets frustrated if the blanket won't lay perfectly flat over the doll's back. So she takes if off and tries again. Once the spell has lifted, she might add in some back patting and singing to the doll as it lays face down under the blanket. I wonder where she learned that?

Chairs have become a recent focus of this obsessive behavior lately. Finding a Rose sized chair the other day, she sat down, stood up, sat down, stood up about fifty times over without missing a beat. She also likes the adult sized chairs even though she is unable to get into and out of them on her own (and I thought bending over to help her walk was hard on my back). When we were at the park yesterday, Rose walked me right over to an outside table where two ladies were enjoying tea together. (Thinking everyone is one of your friends and wants to talk to you is another symptom of being one.) Once we arrived and she'd welcomed her new friends with a wave, she asked me if I would please help her sit in the third empty chair at the table. Luckily, the ladies seemed happy to have an uninvited guest for a few minutes - so I put Rose in the chair. She leaned back, put her arms on the arm rests and smiled. Then asked me to help her get down. Knowing the chair dance trance that was about to descend upon my daughter, I swooped her up to go check out the bear statue. Rose and the ladies waved bye enthusiastically as we walked away. "Such innocence at that age," I heard one of them say. Such OCD, is more like it.

After checking out the bear, we found a rock for Rose to practice some more sitting on her own.

Rose has been very interested in glasses lately. She likes to talk about them a lot by slowly poking her eye when she sees them - mom's glasses, dad's glasses, the woman's sunglasses, the teacher in the Brown Bear, Brown Bear book's glasses. So the other night I let her take a closer look at my glasses, even though the general house rule is "glasses aren't a toy, not for Rose." They are trickier to use than she thought.

With a little help, though, she's quite the charming nerd.

And I'll leave you with a video full of hairlarity.

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