Dissassociative Identity Disorder
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So we think Ror is just nuts; there's no nice way of putting it. We thought he had an active imagination, but now we're starting to believe that he really sometimes believes he's Spiderman! Today I kept saying, "How old are you?" "I'm Spiderman." "You are my Rory-boy. How old are you?" "I'm NOT RORY! I'm Spiderman!" "Good pretending! But you are REALLY my Rory-boy." "No, I'm Hero-city-let's-go."
(Hero-city-let's-go refers to a DVD and play set that Katie bought them; the theme song to the show goes, "Hero City, Let's Go! Hero City, Let's Go! You be the hero..." But Ror uses the theme song as the title for the characters and the toys themselves. It's pretty funny when a police car or fire truck goes by, and we're in the van and Ror could be on the brink of sleep, but if he hears a siren he bolts upright and shouts, "HERO CITY LET'S GO!")
But anyway, back to my story. So then he was Hero-City-Let's-Go. Until I made the mistake of saying to Riley Kate while I was carrying her to bed, "Who's Mommy's little baby? Who's Mommy's baby?" Ror ran behind me screaming, "RORY BOY IS MOMMY'S BABY! RORY BOY!" So I put her to bed and then held him in a "baby" position and said, "You're Mommy's special baby." "I'm NOT a BABY! I'm RORY!" "Okay, Rory. You're a big boy." "I'm SPIDERMAN!" It never ends. He's having an identity crisis at age two.
Connor's having a rough time waiting for all the big things that are coming-- kindergarten, Disney, new baby, in that order. The curriculum hasn't even arrived yet, so we couldn't start early even if we wanted to. He had a rough day today; alot of civil disobedience in protest of the general unfairness of his life.
Riley Kate's hair is able to be put in a pony tail, the big high point of my day! She walked around saying, "Pretty-pretty! Pretty-pretty!" and everyone fawned over her. She sat down with Ror in the playroom during the afternoon and played trains with him, acting like such a big girl-- I almost cried! Then when I was changing her diaper, she pointed to her tummy and said, "Baby!" I asked, "Do you have a baby in your tummy like Mommy?" She gave a big smile and repeated, "BABY!" So sweet.
I've been getting the requisite emails from comrades and relatives alike, demanding to know baby's name. I gave one person a clue, so obscure that I was sure she'd never guess, but she gave three guesses and hit the nail on the head. We've also been getting lots of suggestions, which we will be sure to record in the baby book-- we love remembering what people have suggested we name the kids! My grandfather has a simpler method: he gives no advice on what to name any of the kids; just calls them by whatever he feels they should have been named. He felt that Connor Ryan should have been named Ryan Connor, so he called him Ryan Connor for a few years until he felt more comfortable with Connor. With Rory, it was just more like, "Hullo, little boy! Tess, what the hell is his name again? Wory? Rosary? What? Oh, oh, Rory. Okay, I'll remember now....Colleen, didn't you ever think of naming him Christopher Robert? Hullo, little Christopher Robert! Oh, that would have been a good name! Wait a minute, Tess, what was his name again? Spell it out... What kind of a name is that?" Trying to get him to learn Riley-Katharine Regina, forget it. "Hullo, little Haley! Heidi! No, that's Missy's kid. Colleen, what's her name again? Oh yes, Katharine....No, what is it?... WHAT?... Why did you give her so many names?... Hullo, little Katharine Riley!" I can be very sure he'll remember the MIDDLE name this time around, but I'm sure Baby Girl Elio's first name will distress him even more than Riley. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times: December can't come quickly enough!
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