A Re-cap of This Weekend’s Trials and Tribulations…
The Helper has not mentioned his ear concerns since the initial crisis. Either I am a very effective parent with regard to building my child’s self esteem OR he has the attention span of a four year old...
The Mommy has been working nights since Friday. A difficult schedule for all involved. On Saturday, she left the house at 2:00 p.m. and returned home at 4:00 a.m. Sunday morning… only to have to go back to work at 2:00 p.m. on Sunday. The children tend to take this in stride until the Helper decides he’s had enough, and then demands he go to work with Mommy. Things will improve tomorrow when the Mommy has a day off...
In an effort to give Mommy some time to herself, I took the Girl and the Helper out on Saturday (the Baby stayed home with Mommy…hopefully for a nap.) We went to the cellular phone store so I could get cases for our new phones. Then off to a fast-food lunch. The Helper loves his French fries. On the way home we stopped at the Pet Store for two new fish. The Helper insisted on “Red” ones. Remember folks, “Lighting McQueen” is red. The Girl was fine with this as long as she got to name them…Skittles and Goldilocks… though the Helper has his own name for them…Red.
The only casualty of the weekend was a “Willow Tree” statue called “Tenderness.” It seems that the Helper was running in the living room… that’s odd he never, ever does THAT! Ha! The statue fell from the shelf and the heads broke off. When asked, the Helper threw his sister under the bus faster than he can eat a Reese’s peanut butter cup… and trust me, that’s fast!
“Christopher, what happened?”
“Emily broke Mommy’s statue, she’s gonna be sad, you have to buy her a new one!”
[Look of shock and disbelief on the Girl’s face.]
“I think Daddy can fix the statue, Christopher, we don’t have to buy a new one.”
“Good, ‘cause Mommy’s gonna be sad, because Emily broke it.”
“How did she break it?”
“She was runnin’”
[The Girl only runs on the soccer field… and only when she has to.]
The ability to scapegoat one's sibling is learned so early these days...
That's all for this week's edition of Monday Morning Quarterback… Stay tuned -- as breaking news happens I will interrupt your regular programming for updates.
16 comments:
Every time I go to that pet store I bring home those little grey moths...I refuse to go there again. I had a hugs moth problem when I first moved into this house...They weren't my moths...ugh..what a debacle.
I'm not a BIG FAN either, but every time we try our local place, the little swimmers die in a week. I don't buy anything but a sealed plastic bag with some fish... no food there, EVER! Plus, they are way overpriced... except for .29 gold fish!
That sounds like a fun yet trying weekend with mommy working like that.
My son was obsessed with Buzz Lightyear like that. (my daughter Cinderella.)
And you are right... they will turn on their sibblings fast. I bet my daugther could take the helper on in a peanut butter eating contest. She inhales them.
It was all so very cute! I get to go to the pet store this morning to take my woolly mammoth cocker spaniel to finally be groomed. *chuckle* And NO BUYING FISH.. we have a 4 year old goldfish, I kid you not. His name is Shaggy (like Scooby and Shaggy. We had two, Shaggy killed Scooby. *gasp*) Mommy and daddy call the fish "Jason" because it never dies.
A - "Jason" That's Great! LMAO!
Yeah, we went away for a week forgetting to give the fish it's self feeder and the freaky thing survived.
The helper sounds cuter than cute. I love the stories. Thanks for sharing!
Oh yeah he's "CUTE" alright! You're welcome! Where's your weekend recap?
You fix Willow Trees? I got tons of those little bastards laying around with no heads. I shall ship them to you.
Hold on Karly, I'm going to experiment with this one... I have some ideas... steel pins, blow torch... I'll let you know...
I will do a recap later. I have snow pictures and sledding video I want to tinker with. I'm technologically challenged and so have to take some time with it. (and I am not overly anxious for people to hear my voice. LOL)
And if they weren't cute they wouldn't make it to be teenagers. They were designed with the cuteness factor to survive. *smile*
I had a professor in college that swore that was why babies were cute.
Otherwise, with all of the noise and mess, who could stand to let them get any bigger.
LID - I have really enjoyed your last several posts - sorry I haven't commented more - been in a bit of a funk.
Your post reminds me of my ditzy college suite-mate, who upon seing my fish in my dorm room said in a hyper voice, "oh, my god! Like, my sister, like, had 2 fish, and she like named them, like "shampoo" and "conditioner" . It's a good thing I had been drinking heavily!
Glad to have you back WG -- Cheer Up! All is right in the Blog-O-Sphere no stress here!
Mike, y'know there really is a study that shows that human children appear "cute" to adults so that we feed and take care of them. Otherwise all bets would be off! Oh, the smell, Oh, the puke, Oh the tantrums!
You see long island dad.... My point is made and with actual stats.
Point taken Angel!
MMMMMMM McDonalds.. You know I dont like to eat that stuff, but when you have been dieting for 3 months, you kind of tend to miss it.. I am sure if I took a bite, it would still taste the same...
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