Here's the thing. I've been trying for 20 minutes to make this into a clever story, but it remains but a cute paragraph.
The Little Man goosed the waitress at dinner the other night. Actually made her jump. In front of his parents and Grandma, no less. Yep, that's my little ladies man.
See? That's all I got. The end.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Aghast
Oh. My. Goodness. I'm starting to get that panicy feeling again like you get when you just come back from the hospital with your child. You know the one that goes "What have I Done? I can't do this! I sometimes can't even get matching shoes on my feet in the morning, how did I think I was going to raise a child?"
Yesterday I came home to my child wearing his Halloween costume, which I had sent to the daycare as his backup outfit to be put on in case of emergency. "Emergency" normally consists of spit up or a diaper way too dirty for words, so normally it's not a cause for concern. However, when I asked Mr. Me what had happened, he said, "Wait until you hear what YOUR child did today". When he refers to the Little Man as "my" child, nothing good ever comes of it.
During nap-time yesterday at daycare, the daycare provider went into the nap room to discover the Little Man soaked and pantsless. Apparently he had painstakingly removed his sweatpants, unsnapped his onsie, and taken off his diaper, and proceeded to firehose the entire area. All without making a peep to clue the sitter in to the fact that anything was going on. Luckily the sitter took it all in good humor, even though she had to clean up the pee-soaked bed, bedding and floor.
I am aghast. And a little terrified. MY CHILD. IS A NUDIST. ALREADY. I expect forrays into nudity from a 2-year-old. I get that little kids just like to be naked. However, NOT at 10 1/2 months. If this is the kind of stuff he's pulling now, what actually does happen when he gets to be 2? Streaking through the neighborhood is a daily event? Will I be able to buy, make or even think of a piece of clothing that will keep Mr. Winkie covered? Egads, What have I DONE, having this little naked-loving child?
Maybe it was just a one-time experiment, to see if his little friend was still there when his clothes are on, and to see what he does for a living. Yeah. That's got to be it.
I'll be dressing him in overalls for the next several days anyway. Just in case.
Yesterday I came home to my child wearing his Halloween costume, which I had sent to the daycare as his backup outfit to be put on in case of emergency. "Emergency" normally consists of spit up or a diaper way too dirty for words, so normally it's not a cause for concern. However, when I asked Mr. Me what had happened, he said, "Wait until you hear what YOUR child did today". When he refers to the Little Man as "my" child, nothing good ever comes of it.
During nap-time yesterday at daycare, the daycare provider went into the nap room to discover the Little Man soaked and pantsless. Apparently he had painstakingly removed his sweatpants, unsnapped his onsie, and taken off his diaper, and proceeded to firehose the entire area. All without making a peep to clue the sitter in to the fact that anything was going on. Luckily the sitter took it all in good humor, even though she had to clean up the pee-soaked bed, bedding and floor.
I am aghast. And a little terrified. MY CHILD. IS A NUDIST. ALREADY. I expect forrays into nudity from a 2-year-old. I get that little kids just like to be naked. However, NOT at 10 1/2 months. If this is the kind of stuff he's pulling now, what actually does happen when he gets to be 2? Streaking through the neighborhood is a daily event? Will I be able to buy, make or even think of a piece of clothing that will keep Mr. Winkie covered? Egads, What have I DONE, having this little naked-loving child?
Maybe it was just a one-time experiment, to see if his little friend was still there when his clothes are on, and to see what he does for a living. Yeah. That's got to be it.
I'll be dressing him in overalls for the next several days anyway. Just in case.
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
Gone to Pot
For some reason, if one part of my life spins out of control, everything just seems to go to pot. The last four weeks have led to mounds and mounds of dirty laundry, clutter strewn about the house, a desk I can no longer see (both at home and at work), a car that is an absolute pit, and friends that I'm sure are ready to give me up for lost. I wish it were in my personality to go partly to pot. But no, I must do all or nothing.
I finally started to dig out over the weekend. My house is starting to shape back up, I'm feeling a little more in control at work, and everything is starting to settle down in general. This will keep up for about, oh, two weeks. Then I'll start getting lazy, and be able to use this same post again in another month. How very efficient of me!
I finally started to dig out over the weekend. My house is starting to shape back up, I'm feeling a little more in control at work, and everything is starting to settle down in general. This will keep up for about, oh, two weeks. Then I'll start getting lazy, and be able to use this same post again in another month. How very efficient of me!
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