May
27
2009
Fail.
Author: administratorOkay, so I was all set to upload a funny video of the kids for your Wednesday viewing pleasure…but I can’t seem to embed the video here. Fish Paste! So instead, just use your imaginations. It’s Hump Day, right? And what better way to celebrate than seeing a couple of crazy kiddos doing their new, self-titled dance: “The Butt Dance”? All the while imagining the melodious strains of The Black Eye Peas’ “My Humps”? Ready, set: imagine it!
With that out of the way, I guess I’ll say that I obviously haven’t found as much time as I’d like lately for blogging. I’ve been doing other writing, though, so that’s a positive thing. Trolling for the ideal job has taken a bit of my time. We went to SD for Memorial Day weekend and had a great time with my mother-in-law. The boys spend most of their hours in a pile of gravel in her driveway…no joke. It was all fun and games until one of them would start throwing it at the other.
And one last short, recent adventure story for you; this one comes courtesy of Oliver. He recently learned to climb over the safety gate we put on his door at bedtime. You might ask yourself why a three-and-a-half-year-old still needs a safety gate on his door at bedtime and the answer is: he’s Oliver. Anyway, first night was lots of taking him back to bed and silently but firmly dealing with his buoyancy, ala Nanny 911 (not that I would admit to having seen that show! Nope!) The second night was my night “off”, and I spent the first part of it at home happily working on a project. After Joe and I both thought he was out for the night I went to Target on an errand, only to be called by a freaked-out Joe and told I needed to bring our one-and-only car home because Ollie had fallen down all the stairs.
So, as it turns out, here’s something that’s not a good idea when you’re a three-year-old who can’t sleep: sneakily escaping your room, opening the storage closet nearby, donning a pair of outgrown rainboots, grabbing a humidifier that’s on-hand, and trying to head downstairs. Because if you do this, you will fall all the way down an entire flight of stairs and give your parents a heart attack. He was obviously fine, except for what came next: the double-gate situation. As we could not convince him in WORDS to stay in his room, we took the fall as an indicator of his questionable judgement and purchased a second gate to install ON TOP OF THE OTHER ONE. It’s almost 5 feet of gate. Please do not call CPS on us, as we’re certain the plastic prison is preferable to broken appendages or worse.
Sigh. Anyway, hopefully we’ll have more uplifting things to report soon. Wait! Here’s a good nugget: Joe got me a laptop. A REAL ONE! It’s going to be red! and will be here soon! so you will surely be inundated by more blogs from me in the future! Isn’t that one for the WIN column?
