Family Matters, Week of 3-11-05
Welcome again dear reader. It's time to go over what's up with the fam. I'm pretty busy today, so let's get to it:
Annie
Ms. Annie has been quite the little mean one lately. At 2.5 years old she's just hitting the peak of her ingrained meanness, but sometimes even I am surprised at her ability to destroy, mess up, and lie (oh man, the lies are the worst!).
Let me give you a scenario: Let's say you're sleeping. You know, just casually dreaming of something probably non-parent related, and in the middle of said dream you wake up. You feel something sticky on your leg. You look over and see Annie covered in white lotion. You then notice a near-empty bottle of Desitin (diaper rash paste) in her hand.
Somewhere in this waking up cycle, you put the two and twelve together that Annie has covered what equates to the entire house in Desitin.
This is what my wife woke up to this morning. The screams could be heard for miles.
Imagine: Couches, chairs, sheets, blankets, people, covered in diaper rash paste. The overpowering antiseptic smell is everywhere. You wait for it to leave but it does not. The couch? Ruined. The covers and sheets? Immediately washed.
It's a miracle Annie still has arms, I swear. I don't know sometimes how Ericka pulls it together. She's an amazing woman, I tell you, because shortly after she tries her damndest to get this huge mess clean, Annie begins lying about all sorts of things.
"You eat your sandwich?" "Yup, ate it all up." Only to find a piece of bread in the floor, ham on the bookshelf...and to discover that she had only eaten the cheese.
"Did you hurt your sister?" Ericka asks after she deftly notices Annie swat Abby upside the head.
"Nope."
Yeesh. And they try to paint the picture that stay-at-home moms have it easy.
Abby
Abby has learned that if she screams and cries loud enough, someone will let her down from whatever elevated surface she's found herself on. Whether it be a chair (total height: about 4-5 inches), or the bed (10-12"), Abby will wait for someone to help her down or yell until someone does.
What's worse is when you try to do the ole "Just wait and let her get down herself" trick, she will fall off the damn thing and do a head-plant into the carpet. Sure it's carpet, but damn...
Annie has a great way of helping her down too: She grabs both arms and jerks Abby into the floor, head plant and all.
Ain't kids grand?
Ericka - (Her Blog)
My wife continues to astound in the baking department, as a double-chocolate mocha cake with chocolate chunks, mocha whipped cream, and chocolate glaze damn near shut my jobsite down. When sweets of that caliber enter, people stop and listen.
It's like that guy on the Titanic who was looking for icebergs just heard my wife finished her pastry. "Icebergs? At a time like this?" And off he goes down in the ship. The rest is history.
Annie
Ms. Annie has been quite the little mean one lately. At 2.5 years old she's just hitting the peak of her ingrained meanness, but sometimes even I am surprised at her ability to destroy, mess up, and lie (oh man, the lies are the worst!).
Let me give you a scenario: Let's say you're sleeping. You know, just casually dreaming of something probably non-parent related, and in the middle of said dream you wake up. You feel something sticky on your leg. You look over and see Annie covered in white lotion. You then notice a near-empty bottle of Desitin (diaper rash paste) in her hand.
Somewhere in this waking up cycle, you put the two and twelve together that Annie has covered what equates to the entire house in Desitin.
This is what my wife woke up to this morning. The screams could be heard for miles.
Imagine: Couches, chairs, sheets, blankets, people, covered in diaper rash paste. The overpowering antiseptic smell is everywhere. You wait for it to leave but it does not. The couch? Ruined. The covers and sheets? Immediately washed.
It's a miracle Annie still has arms, I swear. I don't know sometimes how Ericka pulls it together. She's an amazing woman, I tell you, because shortly after she tries her damndest to get this huge mess clean, Annie begins lying about all sorts of things.
"You eat your sandwich?" "Yup, ate it all up." Only to find a piece of bread in the floor, ham on the bookshelf...and to discover that she had only eaten the cheese.
"Did you hurt your sister?" Ericka asks after she deftly notices Annie swat Abby upside the head.
"Nope."
Yeesh. And they try to paint the picture that stay-at-home moms have it easy.
Abby
Abby has learned that if she screams and cries loud enough, someone will let her down from whatever elevated surface she's found herself on. Whether it be a chair (total height: about 4-5 inches), or the bed (10-12"), Abby will wait for someone to help her down or yell until someone does.
What's worse is when you try to do the ole "Just wait and let her get down herself" trick, she will fall off the damn thing and do a head-plant into the carpet. Sure it's carpet, but damn...
Annie has a great way of helping her down too: She grabs both arms and jerks Abby into the floor, head plant and all.
Ain't kids grand?
Ericka - (Her Blog)
My wife continues to astound in the baking department, as a double-chocolate mocha cake with chocolate chunks, mocha whipped cream, and chocolate glaze damn near shut my jobsite down. When sweets of that caliber enter, people stop and listen.
It's like that guy on the Titanic who was looking for icebergs just heard my wife finished her pastry. "Icebergs? At a time like this?" And off he goes down in the ship. The rest is history.
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