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Tis the season for… mischief!
Dec 13th
BIG SIGH OF RELIEF.
I have most of my Christmas shopping done! I spent all day Saturday braving the crowds, getting jostled by oblivious texters while walking crowded walkways. I seriously can’t stand people who text and conveniently forget that the world around them continues to revolve.
Oh yeah. Speaking of texters, I was almost hit the other day by a moron who was texting while driving (again. This seems to happen nearly every time I drive). I was passing her in the left lane because she apparently didn’t have the brainpower to keep her speed consistant… it varied drastically. So anyway, as I was passing her, I noticed she was looking down more than she was looking at the road. And then she veered into my lane and nearly hit me and Nathan as she was looking down.
People who text and drive aren’t the brightest crayons in the box. They are apparently clueless that they have greatly increased their odds of crashing and injuring someone because of their own self-absorption. They are thinking only about themselves and what THEY want. I just hope that neither me or any of my family members or friends are hurt because of such brazen acts of sheer stupidity and self-centeredness.
So anyway, I braved the masses, hit some awesome sales, and got just about everything I needed to get for Christmas. I’m not usually able to get everything done this far ahead of time, so it’s nice to be able to relax and not stress as Christmas Day approaches.
In other news, Nathan is still being a bit ornery. This child is incredibly strong-headed and stubborn, and he keeps doing things he knows he’s not supposed to do just to test us and see what we will do about it. His most recent mischief involves climbing up onto his bookshelf to retrieve the baby powder. While I was distracted. On the computer. Can you guess where I am going with this?
Not only did he dump the baby powder all over his dresser, but he tried to pry the safety lock off one of the drawers. We’ve been having issues keeping it adhered to the dresser, and Nathan has been taking full advantage of this weakness. No big deal… it’s just clothes in there… but still. It’s the principle.
And now he is in time-out for climbing on top of his toy chest and messing with his radio (which is off limits!). I was on the computer, beginning to type this post (it seems most of his mischief occurs when I’m writing in this blog) and then I suddenly hear music blaring from his radio. I storm into his room only to catch him standing on the floor, smiling sweetly.
LIKE HE THOUGHT I WOULDN’T FIGURE IT OUT.
The writing on the wall
Dec 1st
Nathan was in his room playing happily. He was singing “Oh Christmas Tree” in Nathanspeak, happily playing with his trains and Hot Wheels. Or so I thought. After only a few minutes of listening to him as he played in his room, I heard an unfamiliar sound.
That’s never good.
It sounded like something being banged on a tin can. The only tin can in Nathan’s room is a rectangular one that holds his dry-erase markers. And I keep those high up on top of his dry-erase board. Or so I thought. I walked into Nathan’s room to investigate and this is what I saw.
Nathan's big art debut
And I kinda just stood there for a moment. I could feel my mouth slowly dropping open. Nathan jumped back from the wall, marker still in hand, and giggled. Impishly. He was very proud of what he had done. And when he saw the look on my face, he GUFFAWED. And then with much dismay, I noticed his chair.
The chair doesn’t look like it was on purpose. All the markers were laying in the chair. He had attempted to put the tops back on them, but some of them didn’t fit properly so they fell off. And then the markers bled onto the chair as they sat there.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to get that out.
I was able to get all the marker off the walls using a wet rag (since it was dry-erase markers) and I used Mr. Clean Magic Eraser on what didn’t come up the first time. The walls look fine now. The chair, though, that’s another story. Looks like Nathan will always have something to remember about his big art debut.
Trains don’t go through a car wash, ya know…
Nov 22nd
Nathan and I were playing with his trains on his train tracks. One of the extras that came with his train set is a little “car wash” you can run the trains through. See, a few times a month, I’ll take Nathan with me to an actual car wash to vacuum out my car, and then we have fun watching all the suds and spinning sponges as we go through the wash itself. So as we were playing with his trains, I talked about taking his trains through the car wash on the tracks, like we do with my car.
“Ready to take your trains to the car wash?” I asked.
“No. Train wash,” Nathan stated matter-of-factly.
This kid is sharp. Very sharp.
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