December 2, 2009

Ellow Subarine

Ash came home from school this week completely obsessed with all things Rudolph and Santa. Granted he's had some exposure to these things in the past thanks to mommy's slight (heh) holiday obsession but I swear I haven't intentionally forced this on him, I mean it's not like I strapped him to the couch in July and forced him to watch National Lampoons Christmas Vacation or anything. No no no, that's the kind of event best saved for his middle school years. So I was quite surprised when after our mother/son sushi date night out we came home and he went straight to the DVD's and grabbed Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, a DVD he's probably never even seen before much less watched. Yet he knew Rudolph was one of Santa's reindeer, that he had a red nose, and that Santa goes HO HO HO. He told me all of this before putting the movie in, then sat absolutely still (not common) for a full 45 minutes watching the 1964 claymation classic. I melted just a little bit.

He wanted to know anything about everything. Who's that? What's that? What they doin? Where they goin? He's never been so intently interested in a movie ever. My guess is that there has been a lot of talk about all things Santa at school recently which must be where his interest was originally sparked, and then of course there are all of the influencers we've introduced at home like the tree and books and advent gifts and holiday music blasting from every speaker in every room, so I suppose it shouldn't surprise me that he now has his own slight obsession about the holiday season. And we hope to keep it to just that, a simple love of all things holidays, a special enjoyment of music and decorations and general good spirit.

So when I woke up the next morning I fully expected to hear his little voice humming to the tune of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer from his bed but I could not have possibly been more off. The next morning, after an evening of Rudolph and Santa and carols and all things holidays, I heard him singing this:

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We all live ina ellow subarine
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Apparently he's moved on from Santa to The Beatles. I miss so much between the hours of 9PM and 7AM in his little mind...


Carol McG said...

Great blog, Jo! It's so funny I was thinking at first that the title was an Ethiopian phrase for something and it was really a Beatles song. I can see him sitting totally enraptured in Rudolph (I still can do that with it, too, although if it's on tv it's harder to keep in the holiday mood). You paint the pictures so clearly in our heads through your writing we can run our own little movie of what happened.

polkadots4life said...

Don’t you wish you could just crawl into there little minds and hear what they are thinking all the time....Jo keep all these memories written down, because one day you will look at them again and say Oh I forgot about that or this....

Sam's mom said...

Sam has this uber-serious "thinking" face. Since he's not as verbal as Ash, I often think he's plotting against us. Gregg and I will sometimes do a running commentary of what we think Sam's thoughts are. He either laughs or gets I'm guessing he knows what we're saying? Best be more careful!