This morning was rough… I was getting a bath ready for Perrin and he snuck in behind me and threw his toy phone in there. The water made the phone somehow get stuck on the word “hello” and it kept saying it over and over again really fast, but it never quite got the whole word out so it sounded more like “Hellhellhellhellhellhell…” While I was drying off the phone and trying to get all the water out, Perrin began digging through the bathroom trash and throwing bits into the tub. I rescued as much of the floating mess as I could and suddenly realized that he stunk. So I went to change his diaper, and it was AWFUL. He squirmed away from me and got poop all over the blanket he’d been on. I cleaned him up and set him on the floor naked since I was getting ready to put him in the tub. While I was cleaning up the poop mess, he peed on the carpet. Meanwhile, the stupid phone was still in the background saying, “Hellhellhellhellhellhell.” I had to agree.
Anyone wanna babysit? Anyone?
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
To whom it may concern
Dear neighbors: I'm sorry my son keeps finding the panic button on my keys and setting off my car alarm. I know you especially don't like it when he does that at 5:30 in the morning.
Dear husband: I'm sorry Perrin keeps smashing the remote on the floor or hiding it in weird places. Even now, I have no clue where it is or if it's still in one piece. I suggest looking in the pantry and the dog dish first. I pray it's not in the toilet (which is where I recently found his nasal suction).
Dear anyone who has had to change his diaper: I know it's nearly impossible to change an octopus. I don't know why he can't hold still for three seconds. My apologies to anyone who has had to chase his bare poopy butt across the floor in order to finish the job.
Dear Molly: I've tried to tell Perrin that the doggie doesn't like it when he pets your eyeballs, but he doesn't listen to me. Thank you for putting up with him. I know he makes up for it with all the people food he throws you from his high chair (even though I try to tell him to stop that too... but he doesn't listen to me).
Dear Perrin: I love you anyway, you rascal.
Dear husband: I'm sorry Perrin keeps smashing the remote on the floor or hiding it in weird places. Even now, I have no clue where it is or if it's still in one piece. I suggest looking in the pantry and the dog dish first. I pray it's not in the toilet (which is where I recently found his nasal suction).
Dear anyone who has had to change his diaper: I know it's nearly impossible to change an octopus. I don't know why he can't hold still for three seconds. My apologies to anyone who has had to chase his bare poopy butt across the floor in order to finish the job.
Dear Molly: I've tried to tell Perrin that the doggie doesn't like it when he pets your eyeballs, but he doesn't listen to me. Thank you for putting up with him. I know he makes up for it with all the people food he throws you from his high chair (even though I try to tell him to stop that too... but he doesn't listen to me).
Dear Perrin: I love you anyway, you rascal.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Thrill rides! Or... frogs.
I'm a little bit of an adrenaline junkie. I LOVE roller coasters; I've gone skydiving twice and zip lining once. I've never met a thrill ride I wouldn't try. I remember telling my mom when I was about 13 or 14 that I could never marry a man who didn't like roller coasters.
Guess what? When I met Trey, he didn't like thrill rides. That was absolutely unacceptable. So I'm proud to say that I have reformed his wayward opinions and shown him the light when it comes to the magnificence of hurling through the air upside down at 80 miles an hour.
But given that Trey has a history of bench-sitting at amusement parks, I'm a little concerned that it might be in his genes. So I'm taking precautions to make sure that Perrin develops an early love of thrill rides.
We just got back from Silver Dollar City... and I'm happy to report that Perrin had a blast! He wasn't quite big enough for even the smallest of roller coasters (they actually do have one designed for the 4-8 year-olds), but we had a good time riding the bouncing frogs and the caterpillars.
I think Perrin is well on his way to following in his mommy's footsteps.
Guess what? When I met Trey, he didn't like thrill rides. That was absolutely unacceptable. So I'm proud to say that I have reformed his wayward opinions and shown him the light when it comes to the magnificence of hurling through the air upside down at 80 miles an hour.
But given that Trey has a history of bench-sitting at amusement parks, I'm a little concerned that it might be in his genes. So I'm taking precautions to make sure that Perrin develops an early love of thrill rides.
We just got back from Silver Dollar City... and I'm happy to report that Perrin had a blast! He wasn't quite big enough for even the smallest of roller coasters (they actually do have one designed for the 4-8 year-olds), but we had a good time riding the bouncing frogs and the caterpillars.
I think Perrin is well on his way to following in his mommy's footsteps.
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