Steven's memory is something which never ceases to amaze me. The kid remembers everything. My mom took him to the park last spring and she pointed out a pile of dog-doo for him to walk around. Memorable? Maybe not to some. They went to the same park recently (as in two calendar seasons later) and he told her to watch out for the dog-doo-- pointing to virtually the same location.
That's just one example in a myriad of examples.
This steel trap memory of his entertains me daily when I wake him up in the morning. Whatever was on his mind the night before will be the first thing out of his mouth the next day. Me? I'm consistently blaming my forgetfulness on the fact that "I've slept since then." That will never work with Steven.
I can tell him the night before that I'm taking him to Grandpa's tomorrow, and magically when he awakens he says "I go to Gammpas!"
If I tell him we'll go to Chuckie Cheese's tomorrow for dinner before his head hits the pillow, he'll wake with "We go Chuck-Cheese late-ah!"
One evening he got into a bit of trouble for failing to listen when I told him to pick up his toys. He was banned from watching the Wiggles in his room before bedtime that night. He tried everything...yelling, crying, saying "sorry, mommy" with the pouty lip showing, and even resorting to "I love you mommy," but I stood firm. Naturally, when he awoke the next day, as he was running to the pottie he stopped dead in his tracks, turned to me and said excitedly "I'm ready to listen now, mommy." (Score point for mommy.)
I think I'm going to start planting seeds as I tuck Steven into bed. Things like, "Mommy is getting her hair cut at 3," or "Mommy's car keys are in the jeans she wore yesterday."
I think that would be really helpful.
