The Penguin Within

During the past few months, Liam has developed an imaginary friend.  The Penguin.  And no, the Penguin does not have a name.  Just Penguin.  He first appeared back in February.  At first I thought he was just a passing phase, so I sort of just ignored him.  Besides he didn't require us to shell out any additional money for shelter and food.  Eventually Penguin started to be brought into conversation more and more.  Usually as a scapegoat, but more often as a constant companion.  During quiet time in Liam's room I could them conversing (one way of course).  And when we went to Albuquerque back in March, although I specifically stated that Penguin could not come, he appeared on our Southwest flight and remained during our entire time in the 505. 

I have been reassured by many people that it is completely normal.  At first I kind of just ignored him.  Then I acknowledged him to a certain degree.  But now Penguin is starting to require quite a bit of work.  For example, when we go to the park I have to push Liam on the swing.  This is quite a feat for someone with a 14 pound baby strapped to their chest.  But now he also requires that I push Penguin in the adjoining swing.  I tried to explain that maybe P's own mommy should push him as a fine layer of sweat developed on my upper lip.  But he retorted, as though I was even ridiculous to mention such an idea, that Penguin's mommy did not come to the park.

I have also taken on the role of peer conflict mediator (a skill which I honed as an elementary school student = lame).  I now break up fights all day long between P and L, over toys and not sharing.  I told Liam that he shouldn't be friends with someone who never shares because true friends always share, even when it is tough (cue Full House music).  However, he responded by putting Penguin in time out.  After I told him that only Mommy and Daddy put people (or animals) in time out, I unknowingly increased my workload because now he narcs on Penguin every chance he gets, pleading with me to put him in timeout. 

P has also become scapegoat numero uno in the Pate household.  Ansley's pacifier has gone missing?  Penguin took it.  Can't find your shoes?  Penguin is wearing them.  Forgot to pay the American Express?  Penguin was supposed to remind me.  Ok.  So maybe that last one comes from me, but it is sort of nice to have someone to blame besides myself, and the dogs lack the opposable thumbs necessary to pay bills.

I realize that in time Penguin will move on, but I can't help but feel as though someone is constantly watching me get dressed.