Dinosaur king...

Connah usually has an obsession. I'm pretty sure he was born with the tendency to obsess, but it didn't became noticeable until he was around 10 or 11 months old. His third word (about six months before "mama" or "dada") was "Digger".

Digger.

This sparked a year long fixation which included stopping the car every time we saw a excavator working on the side of the road, digger toys/books/clothing, buying eleventy billion bags of flour a week because diggers working in "snow" were way better than diggers working in dirt, the beginning of his you-tube fascination, and sleeping with a little die-cast digger in each hand every night.

Next came trains. We became very familiar with the local train station, and our house resembled one of those train convention shows for about eight months.

A variety of interests followed: Hot air balloons, Spiderman, Motorbikes, but none of them developed into a full-blown obsession.

Until, at three and a half years old, he discovered dinosaurs.

I am writing about this now, because I feel like this dinosaur phase is coming to an end, and I need to remember it. Because it was an awesome one.

Connah devoured all the information I could provide him on the subject within about six minutes, so we have been learning together this time.
By the time he was four he could recognize and pronounce all the commonly documented dinosaurs. His attention to detail means he can easily identify the similar looking dinosaurs from each other.

Have you ever had this conversation with your four year old?:

Me: "Connah, check out this Triceratops!"
Connah: "No, that's not a Triceratops, it has horns on it's neck frill, and it's nose horn is longer than it's head horns - it's a Styracosaurus."

I have that conversation in varying forms every day.

His favorites have included Velociraptor, Pachycephalosaurus, Spinosaurus, Allosaurus, and of course, Tyrannosaurus Rex.
He is able to distinguish the carnivores from the herbivorous and the omnivores. He can tell you the difference between a palaeontologist and an archaeoliogist. And he will patiently and repeatedly tell his father to stop referring to Pteranodon as a dinosaur, as because it is a flying creature, it is not technically considered a dinosaur - it is a Pterosaur.

It's pretty fricken cool.

Unfortunately, he refuses to be a show pony, so I have no video evidence, you just have to take my word for it. My child is a genius.

Yes, yes I know all parents think that about their children, but in this case it's actually true. No, seriously, it is! - He's better with numbers than a lot of adults I know, and his reasoning skills are fairly epic. If you can just discount the fact that watching him try to do a puzzle is like watching a unicorn try to use a knife and fork, the genius theory is totally sound. (And really, puzzles were only created to make people feel like idiots anyway, so I'm completely down with destroying them all and pretending they never existed.)

And I'm starting to flail about off-topic, so I'll just end this here by hitting the high points: My child is a genius. Puzzles should never have been born. Dinosaurs rule. Feel free to tell your friends.

xox

Serendipity...

Connah: "What's a wife?"

Me: "Well, when you get big, you might find a girl who's so awesome that you want to live with her for your whole life, and if you marry her, then she would be your wife. Do you know those pictures on the wall at home of mummy and daddy at Taitua before you were born? That's when we got married, which is where we told everybody that we chose to spend our lives with each other. After that day, I was his wife."

Connah: "And Daddy found you? Out of the whole world?"

Me: "Yes"

Connah: "And he didn't want to find anyone else after that, aye?"

Me: "No"

Connah: "Hmmm..... That's so lucky, that he found you then, so you can be his wife, and our mummy."

Me: "Yes Connah, that was so very lucky."

xox

The Space Between...

I know that we are not supposed to compare our children to one another. It is bad. It will lead to all sorts of super-evil stuff like sibling rivalry, jealousy and issues with inferiority and self worth.

I'm pretty sure most parents do it all the time. I secretly compare my children at least once a day. I love the differences, and the best way I've found to highlight their individuality is to compare them to the only other child I know well enough to comment on - their sibling.

Connah is my oldest child. He introduced me to the world of parenting, and everything he experienced was new and exciting.
He is thoughtful, intense, and introverted. He likes details, and once interested in a subject, will seek out relevant information with a single minded ferocity which borders on obsession.

Ashden is my youngest child, so everything he experiences is my last chance to do so too.
He is exuberant, astute, and extroverted. He demands attention and participation when preforming an activity, and gets quite upset if things don't go the way he plans. He is sensitive to external disturbances, especially loud noises. And he loves to make people laugh.

Connah glows.

Ashden sparkles.

They do share some similarities which are celebrated alongside the differences: They are both insightful. They both have elephant memories. Their eyes are the exact same shade of blue - the same shade as their father. They both stick their tongue out when they're concentrating really hard. They can both throw an award-winning tantrum when properly provoked.

They are both vital to my world.

But it's their differences that I find fascinating. They are miles apart in personality, and it sometimes feels as though I'm raising two totally different species of mammals - the learning curve was pretty fricken steep with Connah, and it ended up not helping much at all with Ashden as they respond so differently to the same information. But I could never wish that one was more like the other, because that would make him less than exactly who he is. Exactly who he's supposed to be.

So I will continue to compare them, because they are growing up so very fast - changing daily - and it's my way of stopping and looking at what's really there, instead of assuming it's the same as what was there yesterday. All too soon I will be watching them forge there own paths, separate from my own, and that will be celebrated too.

But for now, I exist somewhere in the space between them, in the wake of the glow, with the light of the sparkle shining in the distance, and there is really no better place to be.

xox