Monday, February 16, 2009

Sneaky Pete and Tommy the Rattle

I now know why I constantly discover toys in the most unusual places. Today I caught Peter hiding his toys behind the book shelf so that 'David keeps his stinkin' hands off of my stuff and stops breaking my toys'. Ah, brotherly hate. How cute.

It does explain how Dora the Explorer ended up in the freezer and why there was a SpongeBob puzzle in the hamper. Our house is slowly turning into the Twilight Zone for toys. The other day, all of the juices from the fridge disappeared. We have yet to find them.

Today's selfishness did not stop with Peter hording his stash; Tom chose today to start voicing his territory as well. Normally, if he is not eating or sleeping, he is chewing on everything all day. When I came home, he was trying to eat a rattle that was four times as big as his head. Silly me thought he might appreciate it if I switched the giant watermelon for a teething ring that would actually fit in his mouth. As is often the case, though, my thinking only led to another human crying.

As I took the rattle away, I was immediately amazed at how purple Tom had suddenly become. Before I could wonder why it looked like he was taking a really deep breath, the scream came. Not a few whimpers that slowly build up to the 'I'm REALLY NOT happy' scream like he normally does. No, this was a zero to sixty, full-on death wail because I took his freakin' rattle away. Oh, grow up.

Angie looked at me like I was Satan and told me to give him back his rattle. I did, and the screaming was immediately replaced with smiling. Rather contently, I might add. I even snapped a shot of Tom playing the innocent victim.

Innocent my ass. He may only be four months old, but I know he was mocking me with that goofy little smirk of his. What he doesn't realize is that I happen to love people with goofy smirks. Sometimes I even marry them.

It was about that point that David walked in. After today's possession proclamations, I was fully expecting him to dive on the nearest pile of toys and start screaming 'MINE!' When I realized that he wasn't on a mission of self-greed like the rest of my boys, I decided to have a little fun.

'Hey David, I got an idea. Go take Tommy's rattle and hide it behind the bookshelf in Peter's room.'
Ladder Talk:
1) What was the best part of your day?
Peter: When I go to kindergarten 'cause I like kindergarten.
David: When we came home.

2) What was the worst part of your day?
Peter: When I couldn't go to my group in kindergarten 'cause my group was all dark and I stayed in David's group.
David: When Tom is upwaked.

3) What would you like to do tomorrow?
Peter: To play huka-puka Peter.
David: When we sleep in bed.

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