Kathleen was watching Tony, her sister's eighteen month old, on Ebay last week. He's getting pretty busy. At one point he is trying to get out the front door, which is locked.
Locked door? No problem? Good old Sam came to the rescue, opening the door for his younger cousin. Luckily, he didn't get very far.
Its always more dangerous when they work together. Like when Sam would hold the closet door shut so that PJ could shinny up inside the kitchen pantry and pilfer cookies from the highest shelf.
Anna was working with a group of eight or so third graders on a project at school. The idea was that by all working together they would learn the fundamentals of cooperation and of working towards a common goal. Some of the group took the lesson to heart; it seems that all of the students in the group EXCEPT Anna wrote a letter to their teacher telling Mrs. Miller that Anna had been disrupting their group. Anna had single handedly managed to disrupt the group enough for them to band together and take action in a show of cooperation. Anna (who is now old enough to log onto the Internet and read this blog) is certainly a force to be reckoned with, I only hope that she uses her power to aid the forces of good, and not evil.
Last Saturday, Sam came walking up behind me, with his voice sounding like his nose was plugged. "Dad, could you please help me blow my dose?" I turned around a a tissue was hanging from his face, glued to his face like a veil.
I took the kids to Wal-mart later that day - all three of them. At the check out counter, PJ ran off towards the vending machines, and then disappeared through the little door that they slide the grocery carts in on. I paid and took my cart and headed for the exit. Sam didn't want me to hold his arm, he wanted to keep looking at the candy. Then he started crying and sat down on the floor. I then picked Sam up, howling now, over my shoulder which is no easy task these days for the fifty pound three year old.
I became at that point what I like to call 'the angry parent'. Have you ever noticed an 'angry parent' in the grocery store or at the mall? They are usually past the point of caring what other people around them are thinking, and are simply hoping to get back to their car, and eventually home. They'll be carrying some screaming child by one arm and be making lots of vague "if I weren't in a public place I swear I'd kick your ass" kind of threats. So anyway, I had Sam up on one shoulder and he was screaming, and was pushing the cart out to the parking lot where PJ had disappeared. Anna was being helpful. "PJ is being bad, isn't he?" she asked. "He should be punished. You should take his gameboy away from him."
PJ was standing in the middle of the parking lot near the grocery carts. He was kicking a lamppost. I yelled for him. He ambled over to the cart and we made our way to the car. The kids got in the car and I loaded up our purchases. Sam didn't want to get in his booster seat. "I don't want to." he said.
"Tough shit!" I said, in a low voice. "Sit in the frigging seat." Sam looked at me and surprisingly, sat down in his seat.
In other news, Anna refused to take a standardized test at school. She put her head on her desk and said, "I can't take it, I don't have any short term memory." The teacher didn't know what to say. They convinced her to take it later that week. This, coming from a girl who remembers what food she ate on an airplane flight she took when she was three years old.
I have been trying to repair an old Royal typewriter that we got from my mom. I ordered a roll of typewriter ribbon from some old shop in England I found on the Internet. I finally got it working. Anna hit as few keys. "How do you make the letters big?"
"Its a typewriter, it only has one font. The keys are fixed."
"Oh, I'm going to use the computer." Anna said, running off.