Since school started, Chandler and I have had lots of alone time. And he has turned into a Chatty Cathy, if you know what I mean. Here are a few things he's said and done in the last week:
I was reading some mail and was tuning him out (not on purpose, just habit, ha!) when I heard him say, "Mom! Mooooooommm! Will you please ACKNOWLEDGE ME?!"
Today he asked, "What do you want for Christmas? Girl Stuff?"
He is notorious for wrecking up his brothers' lego creations while they're at school each day. One day he disassembled Charlie's new Bionicle and brought me the pieces. I got onto him as we figured out how to put it back together. So, in his usual charming manner, he got construction paper and masking tape and asked me if he could wrap it and give it to Charlie as a present...
He wrapped one for Chance, just so he wouldn't be left out.
Then he got some masking tape in his hair, so he cut it out. Hair and all. Oh Chandler....
But speaking of wrecking up things, we were sitting somewhere eating when a stranger said, "You need a girl." (Tell me about it...) So I asked the boys if they'd want a sister. Chandler said, "No, I don't want a baby, because babies wreck up your stuff." Really, kid?! Chance said, "Only if she's a nice girl," and Charlie said, "Where would we put her? I guess we could buy another bunk bed?"
A few weeks back I had bought some mini pillow pets as gifts for the boys, but hid them in the back of our car (not the van, the Escape). It took about 2 seconds for Chandler to venture in and find it! He strutted into the house, with his mini-puppy under his arm, proudly announcing he "sneakded" it out of "yours car." I told Chuck on IM what was happening, and he said, "You need to take it away from him. You can't let him get away with sneaking."
I pouted for a while about how it wasn't fair, that Chandler looked too much like Chuck for me to take away his precious toy, etc. But then I realized he was right, and I told Chandler:
"Daddy says you can't keep your puppy because you were sneaking."
Then I took this picture so Chuck could suffer with me. I must warn you, this is heart-wrenching.
But I'm happy to report, the puppy has been put up until Christmas and he hasn't asked about it once. Whew! I'm such a good disciplinarian. ;)
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
This cat (he/she? we'll go with "she") has made appearances on my porch on a regular basis for the past 6-8 months. Hungry enough to come near, too skiddish to let us pet her. But last night, I noticed how she's lost more weight, and she came "meowing" right up to me. So I nabbed her into a crate and brought her in the house for safe-keeping. There's a coyote loose around here, and this sweet thing needs protection! So I fed her, put her in our bathroom overnight, and she's been purring and using the litter box like a pro. She's also very affectionate with me and the kids...
But there's one problem: Chuck is allergic to cats. So this sweet thing needs a home.
She has a really cool tail, doesn't she?
So, if you or someone you know need a cat for Christmas...come and get it!! Shoot me an email email@example.com. First one to my home gets her (or him...).
Posted by Angie Thier at 12:14 PM