Keeping Busy

Big I found a new way to amuse himself.



He's pushed it through the entire house. I'm pretty sure it's seen every room today. And run into at least half the doorjams.

It drives Brisco nuts. He doesn't understand why his food is on the move.

My Hero

Big I and I came home late the other night. It was well after his bedtime but he had had a late nap and was not the least bit interested in going to sleep (even though I was). Rather than drive myself batty rocking a squirmy baby, I took him to the family room to play quietly for a while. Or sso I thought.

Unfortunately, I discovered that I had left the pantry door open and we all know the consequences of that mistake. (I was so sure I had double-checked too.) So now, it was almost 10 and there was trash everywhere. Really bad trash...meat containers, unrinsed yogurt containers, fruit pits, stale tortilla chip pieces that were now ground into the carpet. I had been telling myself all day that I needed to take it all out, but never did. To make matters worse, Big I's toys were still on the floor and the dogs mixed all of those up with the trash.

And of course Brisco looked like a stuffed black olive.

Since the little guy was still up, I had to clean it all up with a baby either clinging to me, being held at bay with one hand or sitting on the floor where I plopped him crying. I had to get it taken care of since my niece and nephew were coming over first thing in the morning. Craig was at his hockey game and he usually hangs out for a while afterward with his buddies so I wasn't counting on any help any time soon. I had mentally rehearsed all of the self-pitying, accusatory things I could say as soon as he got back though. (Ha! As if it was anyone's fault but my own!)

Eventually it got mostly cleaned up and Big I went to sleep. And to my surprise, Craig comes bee-bopping through the door much earlier than I expected. Poor guy, he took one look at my face and asked "What happened?". I skipped all of my well-rehearsed retorts and just let him know that he needed to watch his step and I would mop and vacuum in the morning.

"No, I'll take care of it. You go to bed," he says. Wha??

So, my dear, sweet husband, after a long day at work and a hockey game (at least they won) proceeded to to the following at 10:30 at night:

• pick up all the clutter off the floor
• cut the fibers and 'stuff' off of the beater brush on the Roomba
• run the Roomba
• run the dishwasher
  
• mop the kitchen floor
• wash the dishes
• clear off and do a major wipe-down of the kitchen counter

A girl can't ask for more than that.

And they lived happily everafter.

The End

It's official

No longer a baby, but a toddler (almost).



Look out world!

A fiber update

I've had a few things on the needles and on the bobbin recently. All are for folks who don't know they're getting something, so I here are a few hints only.


P.S. - Big I has been walking today. From a cruising position and from getting himself up off his bottom in the middle of the floor. Then he gets so excited while he's moving that he kinda crash-lands. Poor Foz got squashed this morning. Video to come I'm sure.

Rockin' Out Barbarian Style

Big I has a little CD player/radio with a big round, blue light on the front that he's been obsessed with for most of his short life. It's been a little questionable lately on whether it will play when you hit the button. As Craig was futzing with it, he showed Big I which buttons to push to turn it on and to make it play. As he's lately developed a penchant for 'dancing', Big I enjoyed this new-found power immensely.


The weird part comes when I asked what the drum-filled classical-style music was that Big I seemed to enjoy bouncing to so much. Ready for it?


Yeah.

When I asked Craig, "Why, why Conan the Barbarian?" he responded that it was the first CD he pulled out of the box.

I think he missed my meaning.

Why would you OWN the soundtrack to Conan the Barbarian?