God bless my parents.
I don't know very many grandparents who would willingly open up their lovely, white carpeted home to 3 children and a 6 month old puppy.
But my parents have done this. And they have done it for quite an extended period of time.....by the time all is said and done, the kids and I and Whoodle (our puppy Barnabas) will have been at my parental units for almost 3 weeks.
That's a long long time to have young people around.
It's a long long time to have a microterrorist around.
And a puppy.
And me.
But my parents are doing their best to put up a valiant front.
Sometimes/frequently glasses aren't put into the sink....frequently/sometimes wet towels are left on wood....frequently shoes are left all over the entire house and then when needed---no one can find them....except Barnabas who can find ANY shoe at any time.....and prefers the expensive ones to chew on.
Today we went to the beach. My parents live in Erie, PA which is (and this information will stun you) on Lake Erie. ;-)
The girls had a fabulous time swimming in the water and valiantly playing in the waves.....the microterrorist does not like water. He does not like ANYTHING that touches or could potentially touch his hair. He has major issues in this area and it is for this reason and the temper tantrums he has that he only gets bathed about twice a year....for MAJOR MAJOR holidays.....and sometimes not even then.
I am an OUT.STAND.ING. parent.
Tonight while we were eating our picnic dinner at the beach, Jack decided that he wasn't hungry anymore. Apparently half of a half of a half of a hamburger bun was MORE than enough to fill his stomach....so he wanted to leave....approximately 53 seconds after we had prayed and were starting to eat.
This would have been fine if the nanny had been with us to watch over "the boy" while he played on the playground...but tragically the nanny seems to have THIS lifetime off so the rest of us---who actually WANTED some food for dinner---were stuck dealing with a little boy who has a LOUD mouth and at times, an even louder temper.
I valiantly (that seems to be my word tonight) tried to keep Scott's son contained at the picnic table for as long as humanly possible. It's amazing how "slinky" a 2 year old who is somewhat bigg'ish can make himself squeeze through my large'ish arms and thighs.....so after he "slunk" once too many times, I gave up. Let nature watch him. He's my 3rd child...I still have the two "good" ones left......if something happens to Scott's son then I'll just say that it was "his time to go...." Yes, I am THAT kind of mother ;-) (joking, sort of).
Through the machinations and loud/strong/semi-abusive comments of his two grandparents and his mother (I was pretending to care where he went b/c I wanted to put up a good front for my parents)....we convinced Jack that he was NOT allowed to go to the playground until his sisters were done eating (I am ALL ABOUT delegation)....so Jack was stuck. He could either obey (and our standards were pretty low at this point b/c there was food involved on our part and we were all wanting to eat rather than parent/grandparent)...OR he could choose to disobey which would cause more yellling from the parental units even though our mouths would be full ;-)
Jack chose to do a 3rd option. The option that only Jack would come up with. The option that would still put his life in danger (which he enjoys to do) and yet it would still be sort of obeying the adult units that were busy stuffing their faces.....Jack chose to chase geese.
The picnic area where we were eating was surrounded by Canadian geese. I'm sure they were busy organizing for a church service but they seemed like they wanted our food.....so they were "hangin' around"....well Jack thought they were just funny looking birds...."biyd" as he would say pointing and giggling. (He could giggle b/c his mouth wasn't full). So Jack chased one bird. Now keep in mind the dumb birds are about the same size that he is. But he doesn't care. Again, there is the potential for danger and he likes that....so he started with one bird and it ran off. Jack thought that was absolutely hilarious. So he chased two birds....and they ran off.....then three....they ran.....then he started to look for "gang members"...larger flocks of birds that were hanging together....he ran after them.....and they ran. He did this for probably 15 minutes or more....every Canadian goose in the area I'm sure is in therapy right now. But I have to say that it was absolutely hysterical watching this little "no shirt/bathing suit sorta drooping/long haired boy" chasing after these geese!
My daughters and parents and I were laughing.
Well, laughing as much as we could through our full mouths ;-)
A day in the life with the microterrorist ;-)
It's good to know that he doesn't only terrorize people ;-)
God bless,
Elizabeth
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