Cathy, eating a bowl of ice cream topped with blue berries and peaches: *Ach chuu!*
Cathy:"Oops. hahahaha"
Day: August 3, 2008
Tonight’s Stalls
Tonight we began enforcing school time bedtimes to get everyone acclimated to the changes coming next week. Tommy has a "get up" time rather than a bedtime; he’s really on his own. Sarah will probably sneak Breaking Dawn in bed. Noah pulled a complete evasion by shooting off to a friend’s house for a sleep over. Amy fought hers hard jumping from bed to bed, having tantrums, refusals, screaming, and tearing up her sisters room decor. Evan pulled the "I gotta poop" stall and enhanced it with the "I need a bandaid" the moment he hit the crib. He turned on alligator tears for added affect but only scored about a 60 second delay with that one as opposed to a 20 minute delay from potential poo.
From the mouths of babes
Evan, pound pound pound: "Mooom MIE! You don’t yeeET?"
Evan: "Moommie!"
Evan:"You done yet?"
Evan:"You done yet?&qout;
Evan:"Mommy. You done yet?"
I can only assume she was in the bathroom.
Evan:"Daddy. Amy hit my shirt!"
Dad:"She what?"
Evan:"Amy hit my shirt. Go like this!"
Call the writers, my script has blank pages!
Being "only human" is perhaps the hardest part of being human. We are prone to error. We are a reactive bunch despite intellectually knowing that we would be better served as a responsive organism. Stress and chaos induces triggers to ingrained habits at the most inopportune times. This is dadhood…3 steps forward, 4 steps back. The noise rose, multiple bodies tried to defy the laws of physics and occupy the same space at the same time, a pet yelped, and I brought shock and awe when I should have used please and thank you. Way to go daddy-o. Calgon take me away! (Someone should make a scotch and name it Calgon.)
That clean feeling..briefly
This morning I arose to a quiet household, took a meditative scalding hot bath, and was feeling exceeding clean right up until that moment I stepped out of the bathroom to discover…dog vomit.
