Most people talk about the ridiculous things their children do...that's why I have Daniel. He always keep me thoroughly entertained. Here are a couple examples of why:
1) Last week it was incredibly snowy, so I woke up early to take Daniel to school (most days he still rides his bike in the snow). When I came home I poured some cereal, went to the fridge, and realized we were out of milk. I distinctly remember thinking, "This is ridiculous! We bought two gallons this week. We cannot be out of milk already." I thought I'd check in the trash for the empty milk jug to assuage my disbelief, and there it was. And it was full. Sitting under the sink next to the trash. Full. Not empty. Not in the trash. Beside the trash. When asked later if he was especially tired that morning, he replied, "No. Why?"
2) Monday night Daniel fell asleep on the couch while we had friends over. When they left, I tried to wake him up so we could have FHE (Family Home Evening - this is a term we use at least on a weekly basis...keep this in mind). Our conversation went like this:
"Wake up, Dan. We need to have FHE."
"Fishies? What fishies?
"F.H.E. Not fishies."
"Whose fishies?" (Here he started getting irritated)
"You're not awake are you?"
"Yes, I am."
"Okay, well we need to have FHE."
"FHE. What's F.H.E.?"
As I giggled, I repeated, "FHE. You know what that is."
"Oh, FHE," he replied and serenely smiled. "Fishies."
As I could no longer control my laughter, I suggested we go to bed and have FHE later.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
So last week, Daniel's brother and his wife came over with their one-year-old, Zach. I don't have to go too far out on a limb by saying that Zach and I got along really well. We seem to have an understanding. On the other hand, he avoided Daniel at all time by at least two feet. Zach came up to me at various times in the night and held his arms up. I'd pick him up and we'd have a good ol' time. Towards the end of the night, we were all gathered around our coffee table playing a game (Tim, Ange, and Zach on one couch and Dan and me on the other). All of a sudden, Zach walked over to Daniel and held his arms up. Daniel exclaimed, "It's like he's a whole new kid! He wants me to hold him!" Much to Daniel's dismay and much to the rest of our amusement, the moment Zach got on Dan's lap, he pushed away from him and so he could sit on my lap. He then commenced kicking Dan until he got far enough off the couch so that it was just Zach and me. While I was incredibly amused by the evening's events, I can't say that Daniel was after that. But what can you do? Them's the breaks.