For being such a bright child otherwise, Rowan struggles quite a bit with the concept of time. I suppose it’s not really a big deal given that he’s only 3, but sometimes I have to wonder where he comes up with his timelines.
“When I was 16, 30 years ago and six weeks ago, I went to that store.”
Um, OK. Is it just that he’s been reincarnated? Or even cooler, that he time travels at night when we’re sleeping?
To put the passage of time in a perspective that’s much easier for him to digest, we measure it in the number of sleeps.
“How many sleeps ‘til we go to Florida?”
“How many sleeps ‘til Charlie’s birthday party?”
“How many more sleeps ‘til Beppe gets here?”
Some events are just too far into the future, though, and therefore, not quite on his radar just yet. Such as one that’s coming up in April of next year.
Yep. In 225 sleeps, give or take, Rowan’s life is going to change in a BIG WAY. Ours, too, OBVIOUSLY.
In the meantime, I’m really going to try to take full advantage of all 225 of those sleeps because Great Odin’s Raven, what have we gotten ourselves into?