If you have ever met my child you know that he has a very weird fascination with things that go round and round. Wheels, merry-go-rounds (Lord help me if I ever take him to a carnival), and especially fans. We have no clue where this fascination came from, but it ranks right up there on the list of stuff that drives me nuts. There is a tie between the food throwing and the rocking and then fans. This child can stand in his room and look at his ceiling fan for hours and say round and round and round and round… you get the picture. To make matters worse my in-laws have a ceiling fan in every. room. of. their. house. We at least only have two. Not only do they have so many ceiling fans, my SIL held the child up one day so he could touch one of the fans. Not while it was on. She is smarter than that. But ever since he wants to touch the fans. He has a Tigger airplane bike with a foam propeller on it that spins. The boy pushes the buttons to make it spin and sticks his hand in. His God parents gave him a sucker with a little fan on it for Easter and he does the same thing. He has a pinwheel that he loves. Anything with a fan, this kid goes ga-ga over. I am so sick of the fans I have half a mind to remove all fans from my home. But there is a catch.
Our house is a rambler style home. The entire front of our house faces south. No real trees to block the sun. Thus, it gets to be close to 100 degrees in our house in the summer. Butter turns into a puddle of melted goo if left on the counter. There is no respite from the heat here. The best we can do is move the hot air around. There is no way on God’s green Earth that I can justify buying an air conditioner in Washington State. So what do we move the air around with? You guessed it, fans. Do you see where this is going? Since I have a child that has a strange fascination with fans and a house that is full of them in the summer I have to do something.
I read an article in Wondertime about a woman who’s son was fascinated with buttons. She got tired of chasing him around and saying, “stop pushing that button” so she instituted button day. She let her son push every button in the house, took him out to the car and let him turn the stereo on and off, play with the windshield wipers and basically had a free day where he could push any button he wanted. Since then the child was done with buttons. I though if it worked for her truly this has to work for the boy. We don’t turn his fan on because the last time we let him really sit and watch a ceiling fan he got totally overstimulated. But that was months ago. However, the fan thing is driving me nuts. I declared Monday “Fan Day!”
I turned on the fan (slow speed) and turned it off when he wanted. I moved the Leap Frog table so he couldn’t reach the light switch and answered his beckon call every time he asked for the fan on or off. What a workout. If he asked for my office fan on I complied. Of course my child is the great tool fashioner so pretty soon he figured out that he could use his Lego box as a stool and turn the fan on and off himself. I was tired of getting up and down so I let him. I was sure that after a full day of free reign fan it would get out of his system and the fan thing would be done with.
It is now Wednesday and he’s still on the fan kick.