Wednesday, September 15, 2010


I just do not know what I am going to do with this girl. If she gets much flightier, she's likely to forget her own name.

I've joked for a while now that Lily lives in her own little world, and I often ask her what color the sky is where she is. She usually just laughs and continues with her twirling.

But her spacey-ness has reached new heights, or lows, as the case may be.

The other day I sent her out to the car with very specific instructions: "Lily, in the red car, in the front passenger seat, on the floor, is a box of Sprite. Please go get it. Remember - red car, front seat, floor, Sprite." Easy peasy.

Except she came in five minutes later with a big smile and an empty box of baby wipes and said, "This is what you wanted, right?" When I reminded her that I wanted Sprites, she giggled and said that wipes and Sprites kind of sounded alike.

I sent her back out, again saying, "Red car, front seat, floor, Sprite." When she hadn't returned after five minutes, I poked my head out and found her sitting in the front seat, pretending to drive, carrying on a conversation with imaginary passengers. I called her name, and she jumped a foot in the air out of surprise.

This kind of thing happens with her ALL the time. I'll send her back to take a shower, and she'll forget to wash her hair and body, which means she has to take a second shower. I'll hand her something to put away and find the object abandoned in the hallway. She'll tell me she can't find a crucial item, like her backpack, and I'll look up to see her standing right next to it, oblivious to its presence. She'll trip over her own shoes and claim she doesn't know where they are.

It's a good thing she's such a happy, twirly girl. Otherwise she might drive me insane.


Seamus O'Pine said...

Luna Lovegood.

Keeffer said...

but she doesn't kick holes in the ceiling and she doesn't put salt in the sugar shaker. she also doesn't put signs in the window telling brandon (and the world) what a horrible father he is.

and to give her credit, you are more frequently looking for wipes than you are for sprite. maybe she'll use her talent for words-that-almost-sound-alike for bad teenage poetry.

Wendi said...

I also forget where things are, but that's just because I drink too much wine.

How wonderful to have a dreamer.

Anonymous said...

Trout does the same thing. I think it's a sign of superior intelligence - her brain is just too busy working on something else. At least that's what I tell myself so I don't cry.

Unknown said...

she'll definitely create or discover something amazing one'll see

ckh said...

Perhaps if you sent her to the freezer for an ice cream sandwich, she wouldn't get lost.

I experience some of that, too. In fact, I've just asked my daughter for the third time to clean up the water that she spilled and she keeps getting distracted.

Susan said...

I love the way you describe her. I suspect she will find her way to earth over time.

jennyp said...

Sounds just like my Noah. Will have the shoes IN his hands, then can't find them 2 minutes later. Gets in trouble at school for walking down the hall reading a book - of course, so did I, so hard to get too mad. I also tell people that my brilliant, scattered boy will someday invent something that the rest of us never thought of, but really need. Will serve us both well in retirement!