Sunday, February 28, 2010
Gabe Showing Off...
I was helping the kids get dressed this morning and while I looked for Gabe a pair of pants to wear, I asked him to take his pajama bottoms off. He also took his underwear off and then proceeded to shake his boy parts at Grace while saying, "Grace, look at my pickle. Look at my pickle." So then I called him over to put his clean clothes on and he put his hands over front and back and said, "Don't look at my butt crack." I asked, "You were just showing Grace your pickle. What does it matter.?" And then Gabe was Gabe and said, "I'm done showing it off now."
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
The One with the P's
Last night a friend reported that her husband had killed a coyote in the area. Lots of folks on Facebook told of how their dogs had been going crazy the last few nights and wondered if traveling coyote had been the reason. So, when Chicco kept taking nutters all night barking at “nothing” outside, I wondered myself if Willey was visiting us waiting to drop his anvil on Chicco’s head the next time I left him outside.
At bedtime I did what I always do and left Chicco out for his last jaunt around the house. He went crazy barking and when I finally got him in I saw a huge pile of poo. Being the brave woman that I am I of course yelled, “STEVEN, PLEASE COME LOOK AT THIS.” Because he loves me, but more because he knew I wouldn’t’ let it go, he trotted out with a flashlight to report on the type of poo. When he returned he said he really didn’t know what it was, perhaps one of the neighbors Rottweiler’s or perhaps Big Foot… (maybe even his brother Dan).
So, we went to bed. And, all night Chicco drove me crazy barking, whining, and wanting out. In the morning Steven left him out and then back in before leaving for work. Not two minutes later he wanted out again. Ugggg… I’m not one that can go without sleep and at this point, I’m thinking about tying a steak around his neck with a neon signs that says, “Acme Coyote Food Here”.
So, twenty-seven minutes before my alarm was to go off, I got up and left the dog out. On my way I found my first surprise. You see apparently Chicco wasn’t the only animal in the house that had been upset by the potential coyote visitors. The cats found Gabe’s book bag. And… yep… PISSED ALL OVER IT! If you are keeping score, this makes 4, yes 4, book bags ruined by my stupid DEMON CATS FROM THE DEPTHS of HELL.
In my nightgown, I took the book bag outside and disposed of the evidence before Gabe realized that his prized Thomas the Tank Engine back pack was going to the big graveyard for pissed on back packs.
As soon as I get the floor scrubbed of any drops of Demon pee, I hear Chicco (who I had forgotten outside) going nuts on the porch. I go out on the front porch (yes, still in my nightgown) to check out what the heck he is barking at and nearly pee in my own pants as the mystery beast is standing there and startled the heck out of me. “Good morning Nay Nay. Welcome back.”
Turns out it wasn’t a coyote, or a sasquatch, or even my brother-in-law Dan. It was just my neighbor’s delightful pony returning for a visit. By now the kids were up and wondering what the fuss was about. They asked for carrots and fed our returned friend through my bedroom window as if it were the best drive-through window ever.
One quick call and the neighbor came to retrieve her lost pony. The kids said their sad goodbyes once more but not to worry. Somehow I feel certain our friend Nay Nay will return. : )
At bedtime I did what I always do and left Chicco out for his last jaunt around the house. He went crazy barking and when I finally got him in I saw a huge pile of poo. Being the brave woman that I am I of course yelled, “STEVEN, PLEASE COME LOOK AT THIS.” Because he loves me, but more because he knew I wouldn’t’ let it go, he trotted out with a flashlight to report on the type of poo. When he returned he said he really didn’t know what it was, perhaps one of the neighbors Rottweiler’s or perhaps Big Foot… (maybe even his brother Dan).
So, we went to bed. And, all night Chicco drove me crazy barking, whining, and wanting out. In the morning Steven left him out and then back in before leaving for work. Not two minutes later he wanted out again. Ugggg… I’m not one that can go without sleep and at this point, I’m thinking about tying a steak around his neck with a neon signs that says, “Acme Coyote Food Here”.
So, twenty-seven minutes before my alarm was to go off, I got up and left the dog out. On my way I found my first surprise. You see apparently Chicco wasn’t the only animal in the house that had been upset by the potential coyote visitors. The cats found Gabe’s book bag. And… yep… PISSED ALL OVER IT! If you are keeping score, this makes 4, yes 4, book bags ruined by my stupid DEMON CATS FROM THE DEPTHS of HELL.
In my nightgown, I took the book bag outside and disposed of the evidence before Gabe realized that his prized Thomas the Tank Engine back pack was going to the big graveyard for pissed on back packs.
As soon as I get the floor scrubbed of any drops of Demon pee, I hear Chicco (who I had forgotten outside) going nuts on the porch. I go out on the front porch (yes, still in my nightgown) to check out what the heck he is barking at and nearly pee in my own pants as the mystery beast is standing there and startled the heck out of me. “Good morning Nay Nay. Welcome back.”
Turns out it wasn’t a coyote, or a sasquatch, or even my brother-in-law Dan. It was just my neighbor’s delightful pony returning for a visit. By now the kids were up and wondering what the fuss was about. They asked for carrots and fed our returned friend through my bedroom window as if it were the best drive-through window ever.
One quick call and the neighbor came to retrieve her lost pony. The kids said their sad goodbyes once more but not to worry. Somehow I feel certain our friend Nay Nay will return. : )
Friday, February 5, 2010
The Christmas Flashback
This episode is a flashback...Christmas 2008....and the story goes...
Our then five year old daughter Grace played Mary and our son Gabriel, three at the time, played a sheep in our church’s yearly Christmas play. The following week the Vicar invited the kids to the front pew for the weekly children’s sermon. The Vicar began by asking Grace who she had played and who had came to see Mary. Grace told the Vicar that Gabriel had came to see Mary. My son Gabriel quickly clarified, “Not me.” This got a little chuckle from the congregation. The Vicar continued by explaining that it was the angel Gabriel. A few minutes later, Gabriel interjected for additional clarification. He exclaimed in a clear voice for everyone to hear, “I Gabriel, but I no angel!” The congregation burst into laughter and as his mom, I was first to agree with his declaration.
Our then five year old daughter Grace played Mary and our son Gabriel, three at the time, played a sheep in our church’s yearly Christmas play. The following week the Vicar invited the kids to the front pew for the weekly children’s sermon. The Vicar began by asking Grace who she had played and who had came to see Mary. Grace told the Vicar that Gabriel had came to see Mary. My son Gabriel quickly clarified, “Not me.” This got a little chuckle from the congregation. The Vicar continued by explaining that it was the angel Gabriel. A few minutes later, Gabriel interjected for additional clarification. He exclaimed in a clear voice for everyone to hear, “I Gabriel, but I no angel!” The congregation burst into laughter and as his mom, I was first to agree with his declaration.
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