Welcome to my little ol' blog. I'll be upfront about it: I don't blog very often any more. If you found your way here because you read my book "Trailer Life," have a gander! But it's easier to keep up with me on Instagram or on my Facebook page. I have this long, drawn out theory on why I'm a terrible blogger, but that is a story for another day. Enjoy the ramblings of my life from the last 8 years or so.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Kacy, Jessie, and Ed... ah Ed! He's almost for sale. Almost. You know when you hear someone say, "Oh, they are just rambunctious." or "He's full of energy." or "They need to discipline that kid!"... oh I have one of those. He ran out of the gate at my grandma's house and my nine months pregnant sister Karen chased him down the street because he wouldn't come back. He kept throwing balls all over the house- they would be taken away, he would get a talk, but he kept finding more. And repeating. He kept eating food of off plates and platters, but only some of the food. He ate four hotdogs, but really only two because of the pieces left of the four. And then there was church...He escaped from under the bench at church in two seconds. Oh ya- and I had a LOVELY time cleaning up a horrendous diaper of his when we got to church- let's just say the boy was naked in the bathroom with me wishing I had a bathtub. And he got kicked out of nursery for being too wild and not listening. I was asked if I ever had Will tested for ADHD. It was not a good time. Today? Today it was just me and the two youngest, and it was weird. Nice, but weird. But he got into the mayonnaise and was rubbing it all over his hands. He ate the tip of another crayon. Some might think this is a minor, laughable cute little trait, but when the boy eats and breaks and writes on the couch with crayons that his older sister and brother need for their work... it just isn't funny. It's not like Rite Aid is around the corner- it a half hour away! He kept taking Kacy's stuff and throwing it and saying "No! Kacy! Hee hee hee!" I gave him crackers for a snack, and he said "No thank-you mommy!" in a very mean, forceful voice, and then threw them on the ground. He then dragged his chair into the kitchen, climbed up, and then got himself some crackers out of the same package. After that? He put one on the floor and then stomped on it. Not funny, not cute, and not acceptable to me. He does have his redeeming qualities, and he can be really fun and funny. But 60% of the time I like to refer to him as the Spawn of Satan. He does naughty things, and smiles and laughs the whole time. With that dimple! The nerve. What am I going to do with this kid? Pray. Pray that I don't sell him... and that he hurryies himself out of this horrible phase. He is a handful and a half. Which is why Jessie is so good. I deserve her after Ed. Really.