The morning was crazy, a little more than usual as we had to get out the door directly after the bus stop to get Roger to a doctor appt (more on that later, when I feel like tackling that subject). The lovely Miss Rachel from next door was taking Ry to school and Captain Insano was coming with us. Not that she couldn't handle him while taking Ry to school, but I know it's already a challenge for me to keep him in my arms while getting rammed, kicked and head-butted doing drop-off so I didn't want to put anyone else through that.
We had an adventure. Since the car (truck, really) has so big of a gas tank, when it says "50 miles to empty" what it really means is "50 miles IF you can get the gas to suck up the line from the very, very long and extended bottom of this gas tank." We planned to gas up on the way, but a particularly steep hill on the way said, "Nope. Stop here. Stay a while."
I'll give you a sampling of this particular adventure:
- Me: "Expletive. Expletive. Expletive."
- Him: "Just shut up." He says it nicely, he's not rude. He's just concentrating. And cranking the key, listening.
- Me: "Expletive!" "I'll call the doctor and tell them you're not coming."
- Him: "Put the phone down. Don't call anyone. And shut up."
Crank. Crank. Crank.
- Me: "What are yo trying to do?"
- Him: "Just shut up."
- Me: "But...."
- Him: "Shut up." "I'm getting the air out of the lines."
This went on for a minute or two more, and low and behold, Roger gets it started.
I shut up. We slowly go through an intersection (on my gosh what if we get stuck here), down on onramp (oh my gosh now we are on the highway, with bridges and no shoulder)....
- Him: "Boy, it would really suck to get stuck here, huh?"
I growl at him.
We approach a hill, I pray, we go up the hill, make a turn and get into a gas station. Holy heck, we made it.
I swear he just runs on blind faith sometimes.
After the appt:
RJ and I went to visit a friend who just had a baby. When I held said baby, RJ looked like this:
Later in the afternoon in the office:
- Riley: "Mom. Mom. Excuse me, Mom"
- Me: "Hold on onnnnnneee second, Ry. Just let me finish this up."
- Riley: "But Mom. Mom. I need to tell you something."
- Me: "Ok, hon. I'm almost done."
- Riley: "Mom! Mom!"
- Me: "What Riley?!?" in an exasperated voice
- Riley: "RJ is standing on the other desk, Mom."
And he was. Good grief!!!
So RJ, or Captain Insano, has become a mountain goat again. Except this time he's bigger, taller and stronger and can now climb on.... everything. For the past few days, all I do is pull him off of high places. I usually don't get to capture any pics as its too precarious for that, but I did manage to snap a few of the less-dangerous shenanigans....
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After the appt:
RJ and I went to visit a friend who just had a baby. When I held said baby, RJ looked like this:
He just plain old FLIPPED. Made noises that I've never heard before. Sounded like someone had stuck him in boiling water.
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Later in the afternoon in the office:
- Riley: "Mom. Mom. Excuse me, Mom"
- Me: "Hold on onnnnnneee second, Ry. Just let me finish this up."
- Riley: "But Mom. Mom. I need to tell you something."
- Me: "Ok, hon. I'm almost done."
- Riley: "Mom! Mom!"
- Me: "What Riley?!?" in an exasperated voice
- Riley: "RJ is standing on the other desk, Mom."
And he was. Good grief!!!
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So RJ, or Captain Insano, has become a mountain goat again. Except this time he's bigger, taller and stronger and can now climb on.... everything. For the past few days, all I do is pull him off of high places. I usually don't get to capture any pics as its too precarious for that, but I did manage to snap a few of the less-dangerous shenanigans....
This was of course after he had climbed down...
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We sit for a while, she doesn't eat. I tell her again she needs to eat the 3 pieces of broccoli or go to bed.
She hops down from her seat and says, "Ok, Mom. Put me to bed."
She walks upstairs, goes potty, brushes her teeth (I didn't interrupt to help since she was being so independent) and lies down in bed.
I said, "You're really going to bed at 6 o'clock just so you don't have to eat 3 pieces of broccoli?"
"Yes, Mom, I am."
"Ok, good night."
She didn't ask for a book or anything else. I went up to fold laundry but turned on the monitor to spy on her. She read to herself for 15 minutes, then I heard her music come on that she goes to sleep to sometimes.
15 minutes later, she was asleep.
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And that's when I turned around and realized that the baby just shit in the bathtub.
It doesn't get more fun than that.
