I don't have to be at work until 11:30 AM so Blu and I have some morning time to play and laze around....on this particular day, our little full-of-mischief, fighting-for-attention (and any morsel of food, I might add!), #2 saw his opportunity to channel his inner King Kong....you should understand that when Brazos is home, the door is immediately slammed in Blu's face and guarded like Fort Knox if Blu even so much as thinks of entering the sacred hideaway. And every train is strategically placed on this table with precise measurment- yes, Child #1 is anal. But, oh did my preciously cunning #2 see his chance and take total advantage of #1 being at school!!! He's not just playin' around- he right in the stinkin' middle of it, ain't he?? You gotta love this kind of daring audacity. I know I doMonday, January 14, 2008
When the cat's away, the mouse does play!
I don't have to be at work until 11:30 AM so Blu and I have some morning time to play and laze around....on this particular day, our little full-of-mischief, fighting-for-attention (and any morsel of food, I might add!), #2 saw his opportunity to channel his inner King Kong....you should understand that when Brazos is home, the door is immediately slammed in Blu's face and guarded like Fort Knox if Blu even so much as thinks of entering the sacred hideaway. And every train is strategically placed on this table with precise measurment- yes, Child #1 is anal. But, oh did my preciously cunning #2 see his chance and take total advantage of #1 being at school!!! He's not just playin' around- he right in the stinkin' middle of it, ain't he?? You gotta love this kind of daring audacity. I know I do
Intervention for a country boy
My houseshoe wearin', box shootin', trash talkin', cute lookin' Cat Eliminator! Each of you must know of his new obsession- everyone we see or meet hears the same line- it goes a little something like this....."Guess what Santa brought me for Christmas?"
"What?" they always say.
"A REAL gun!" says Brazos, waiting for a jubilant response.
Some feign excitement, others offer safety tips, while one even looked at me with the slightest contempt as I ducked my head like a guilty schoolgirl- hey, he hasn't joined the NRA, yet, what's the big deal? Its just "life in the country". Every child should be taught how to handle a firearm by the age of 5........although, I had the slighest feeling of fear when he so boldly exclaimed, "Man, if my gun was a .22, I would blow that cat away and we could have cat for supper"- honest, he said it.
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a dehydrated popsicle!!!
I would like to say that I have just invented the next best thing for campers and astronauts. I'd like to believe this turd-like creation came in by way of Brazos' backpack. Maybe Blu drug this home from the babysitter's house. But, I cannot lie. I really don't know why I wanted to post this except that I either want to set myself up for a long-winded yet truly love-filled lecture from Mama OR I wanted everyone to see proof of just how interesting life can be- by the way, just kidding, Mama Carol.
I'd also like to be able to say that I was cleaning my freezer out (as I see my Mama with a halo around her head on my right shoulder saying "cleanliness is next to godliness" while my alter ego, donned with horns and bling, is on my left shoulder saying "who gives a rip what your freezer looks like- it your's, you can keep it filthy if you want") but honestly, this little jewel showed up under the kitchen table- I never saw it exit the frozen abyss I try to pass off as a freezer. I will just chalk it up to my efforts as a wannabe Mother of the Year who is so thankful that Blu didn't find this and think it was his new teething toy. After all, today he found one of those little individual hazelnut coffee creamers on the kitchen floor, opened it with the stealth of any grown adult, and drank it as if it was the nectar of the gods...... Bless you, friends!
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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