This is the first beach vacation we've taken in three years where the boys (specifically Zach) haven't had external playmates. And we're (specifically Claire) are paying the price. Zach doesn't like not having playmates so he tries to turn all of us into his playmates.
I guess it's my doing. Zach's the first born. He had my undivided attention for almost three years before Lucas came along. After Lucas was born I still made sure Zach was still well entertained. He's always had someone to play with...meaning he doesn't know how to entertain himself. I take full responsibility for this little quirk of Zach's but it doesn't mean I have to like it.
Our first minutes here at the beach house saw just a glimmer of the days to come.
"Say, say, oh playmate...Claire come out and play with me." Zach went after Claire with a vengeance as only a big brother can. I was on on the third floor and heard the yowls and yelps of pain coming from two floors below. I ran to investigate - finding Claire in a flood of tears, while holding her shoulder. The guilty party, aka Zach, stood at the foot of the stairs with a Cheshire cat grin on his face, holding Claire's iPod. It seems, in Zach's quest to find a playmate, screwed up and picked the one least tolerant of his playmate "skills." Zach snatched Claire's iPod from her hand, taunting her to fly at him to retrieve her precious piece of equipment, which brought a wall smack dab into her shoulder. Claire is not cut out to be Zach's kind of playmate.
In my infinite mama wisdom, I directed Zach to turn his rambunctious attention to Lucas, which illicited a "gee, thanks Mom" from Lucas. It's a good thing Lucas is (for the most part) easy going and can handle my "mama wisdom" with good humor.
This little ditty keeps playing through my head as I watch Zach search from person to person looking for his playmate...
Say, say, oh playmate,
Come out and play with me
And bring your dollies three
Climb up my apple tree
Slide down my rainbow
Into my cellar door
And we'll be jolly friends
Forever more, 1-2-3-4
It was a rainy day,
She couldn't come out and play
With tearful eyes, she breathed a sigh
And I could hear her say:
Say, say, oh playmate
I cannot play with you
My dolly's got the flu
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Ain't got no rainbow
Ain't got no cellar door
But we'll be jolly friends
Forever more, 1-2-3-4
Ok, so Zach may be much more rambunctious than Claire can handle at this point. He's the one wanting to slide down rainbows into cellar doors...painfully bored, picking on the wrong parties. And Claire is the one whose dolly is sick and doesn't have a rainbow sliding into a cellar door but someday, hopefully, Zach will be Claire's jolly friend forever more.
Luckily, Lucas is stepping up and taking some of the heat off of Claire. Some of Zach's rambunctiousness is also coming my way but I, for the most part, can handle his version of playing. To me he's like a big ol' untrained Labrador retriever. Just turn your back on him and ignore him...nice? No. Effective? A bit. I have to confess though, that Zach's overgrown enthusiasm makes me smile. He truly is a man-child. He just needs a playmate his own size. Lucas is almost there and holding his own nicely. Maybe my mama wisdom wasn't that far off the mark after all.
Oh, for the love of Zach and a much needed playmate!!