Creative Dylan

My little Dylan came with an imagination. We teach him and read to him and encourage him to think for himself, but honestly, he's who he is because of him. He came with so much of his own personality and creativity.

Sometimes I think it has it's downfalls. Dylan's doctor thinks his wild imagination may have something to do with the many sleepless nights we have had over the course of his life, but still, overall I'm very glad he's this way. He never tells me he's bored (although I bet that comes later). I play with him often, but I rarely have to give him suggestions on what we should play. He can create play out of almost anything. Much of the time it revolves around animals, cars or trains, but the play differs greatly from day to day. It's amazing how many different uses a bunch of cheap plastic animals has in our home. We play some version of zoo or safari all the time. He sets up stores and tells me what to buy and charges me for the items. We have campouts and build forts and he loves it. He searches for bugs and puts them in his bug box. He loves building towers and castles and is getting more into playdough and moon sand play (although he often wants me to make stuff...he likes the items to actually look like an elephant or a train and his playdough building skills aren't quite THAT good yet). Anyway, he's just a creative little dude. The other day, he said, "Mommy, do you want to play scientists with me." I couldn't help but smile and just say yes. What a proud Mommy moment. I figure I must be doing something right if he thinks it's cool to play scientists. I want him to want to learn that way. Then again, I probably didn't have much to do with that either.

I love to write down his funny little sayings. I think a lot of them come from his brain power too. Today our electricity was out for about an hour after church. He flipped the lights on and off a few times and then figured they had burned out. He looked around like he was nervous for a minute and then immediately went into problem-solving mode. He said, "Oh, I know what we should do." He goes over to the drawer and pulls out the flashlight. After awhile, I had to explain that electricity affects the TV, computer, oven, hand mixer, etc. because everything he was asking to do somehow involved electricity (it's amazing how much we rely on the stuff). Anyway, by the end of our discussion he understood, although he was pretty upset about the whole thing. But when he was asking me follow up questions, he kept calling it "a light tricity" Well, it makes more sense to me that way too!