So my last post was in November, and it's February. Ooops. March.
I'm sorry. Lots has happened.
We had Thanksgiving in two different places, early with the Bartletts and on Thanksgiving Day with my group, where Big Papa attempted to play Pictionary, and we all got good laughs at his attempts. See below:
Somehow, The Spouse brought home a dog. The conversation went like this. “So N. is here in the office, and she has her dog with her, and she needs to find a new home for him. He’s six years old, well trained, really, a good dog.”
Me: “He’s still a DOG. We can’t change his genetic make up.”
Him: “So I told her we could bring him home, try him out for a few days.”
Me: “So basically, you’re telling me you’re brining home a dog, and we’ll own him.”
(Insert expletives here). (Expletives continue every time The Dawg gets into the trash, eats something he shouldn’t or jumps on my bed or the couch. It’s a cycle).
And of course The Boy loves The Dawg. He’s a Husky, so he likes to run and dig. And he’s a bazillion pounds and too big of a dog for us to own, but The Boy loves him. He’s run away (The Dawg, not The Boy) more times than I can count, and The Boy of course was heartbroken. But since I’ve learned not to leave doors open, The Spouse learned to buy The Dawg a collar, and The Boy learned to grab that collar every time the door is open, that problem has begun to correct itself.
The Dawg and I are merely roommates. I leave him alone, and he’s constantly in my face or trying to eat my dinner or wanting to go outside. And of course he’s a MALE dog. Just what I needed in our house. Another MALE who NEEDS something from me. It’s kinda like living in a fraternity house, minus a keg of beer and those red drink cups all over the place. But the dirty undies on the floor, messes that need cleaned up, and men everywhere... yeah. It’s the same.
The Boy turned six. He rocked it out at a bowling party with his cousins and friends, and did sweet dance moves every time a pin went down. He’s decided next year that he wants a dance party, with a dance floor and a disco ball. Son, this is a fantastic idea. I’m thinking we make it big, combine it with his brother’s birthday and charge $2 to get in. We’ll make it like a wedding, but no one has to get married.
My Sister and her family came in December, and it was so good to see them! We saw the Titanic Exhibit at the Indiana State Museum, looked through old pictures and played in the snow. We took five kids with us and Aunt Patt, and had an awesome time. Big Papa and Mimi somehow got separated, so we left Mimi in a parking garage, tossed her a few granola bars and a bottle of water and said, Godspeed. We gotta get these brats home. Luckily they were reunited later and were able to argue in the car on the ride home in peace, without grandchildren in earshot.
Olivia had never seen snow before, so it was so fun to see her outside, trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue. She’s a Florida baby, having moved there when she was nine months old, so the whole snow/winter coat/gloves deal is foreign to her. As I was leaving, I told someone to go get Liv - it had started snowing. Our Florida Baby comes out in jammies and bare feet, but did remember her coat. She’s learning what it’s like here in the Midwest.
We had an early Christmas at Matt’s house and Santa came. As a small gesture of our appreciation for Santa coming, we bought him a bottle of good vodka. As Matt went to wrap it, it crashed on the garage floor. A quick run to CVS (actually, two, as I got there first and realized I didn’t have my purse) and the crisis was averted. Teamwork, Matty... Teamwork.
Christmas came and went. Santa brought too much stuff and was up too late wrapping, but the boys were happy and Santa went broke. The usual. But then....
The Boy left for an entire week to go snow boarding with his grandparents. One week of me at home with only one child, him gone to Colorado, shredding the rockies. He had a blast, wants me to build a half pipe in the backyard and is already making plans for next year. After googling halfpipe, I kindly axed his idea. But he had a great time and I missed him and his one-liners to pieces.