I needed to put pencil to paper, or in this case keyboard to computer screen, concerning a very odd habit Rowan has picked up lately. When I think back to the time that James and I saw it first, it makes me laugh. Because we literally stood there speechless watching Rowan. Without saying a word, we came to the same conclusion. That of "freak, freak , freak". I think I recall circus music playing in my head.
So hear it is. Rowan likes to lick his pillow. But apparently the pillow licker has rules that must not be broken. And they are that he will only lick the pillow when it is covered by a a particular blue pillow sheet and he will only lick the pillow before he goes to bed. I have tried to entice him with other pillows. Pillows with Star Wars characters on them, soft fluffy fleece pillows, I even tried throwing on the nice Italian pillow sheets (that would have won me over in a New York minute)but no dice. He wants the blue one. And he won't go to sleep until he has the blue one....When we put him to bed he puts his head on the side of the pillow and sticks his tongue out and in, out and in, until he makes a big drool spot...But it gets worse....Then he will say things like, mommy come look at my computer and point at the big puddle of drool?!!! What-is-up-with-that?!I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But I choose laughing.
Maybe all children exhibit a wide variety of odd behaviour and I'll look back and pish posh this blog post. And if that is not the case then please just lie to me. James and I are trying to decide on a course of action. Do we take that blue pillow away and deal with the consequences of Rowan being a holy terror, or do we ride it out. Because in the grand scheme of things, it is not that big a deal. That is, until he starts obsessively licking his pillow at sleepovers when he's twelve. Do you see how that could be a problem? He gets this "quirkiness" from my side of the family....He comes by it naturally; we're all a little bit of crazy. We just have to work on Rowan turning the crazy down a notch in public.
This segways into my next topic of conversation, which is the craziness that always ensues at the monthly Studio Calico pre-sale. These kits are hot, hot, hot I tell you. I scored Lollipop and Pulled Taffy. Good enough to eat.
In no particular order, I love
*my son Rowan*
*my hubby and partner in crime, James*
*my leg humping pug, Lola Bean* my stinky breath pug Frank the Tank*
*the Atlantic Ocean*
*silliness and nonsense*
*a great quote*