Living with crazy little people
Our weekend was actually kind of laid back for a change. I don’t know if I’d go as far as calling it relaxing, but it wasn’t exhausting. That’s a welcome change.
The Boy returned from his two-week exile with the grandparents and seemed pretty happy to see us all again. He spent most of the day on Saturday playing with his little sister. On Sunday, he reverted back to his normal hermit-like behavior and spent a good portion of the day on the computer, blowing all the virtual funds I had accumulated for him on Webkinz.
Speaking of blowing money, as predicted, The Wife caved in and bought herself an iPod. And within 48 hours she’s managed to wipe out a $50 iTunes gift card as well. Oh well, if I can convince her to burn and get rid of all of her CDs like me, it’ll be worth it in the long run I suppose.
The Girl continues to be a crazy little person. There weren’t any huge developmental leaps this weekend, but she has started jabbering away continuously. She spent a good twenty minutes this evening telling The Dog “da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da”, although The Dog seemed mostly indifferent. The Boy thinks her talking is funny, even though “she doesn’t even know any words.”
The Girl has decided that being up in the air is fun. Also, sticking out the tongue is pretty fun too. In fact, she can rarely go five minutes without sticking it out at whoever will look in general direction.
When sticking her tongue out got old, she decided to help her mother balance the checkbook. Well, she at least helped distribute all of our receipts around living room.
My weekend was pretty low-key. I avoided mowing the lawn, which will come back to bite me later this week I’m sure. On Saturday, I saw The Dark Knight (which was excellent) and went to a couple of gun shops with my dad and brother. Actually we just kind of stood around while our dad looked at stuff. Neither my brother nor I are really into the whole firearms scene. On Sunday, I didn’t do much except take my family to the grocery store (which is usually like herding cats). Then today, I broke a pair of nail clippers with my iron toe nails. Good times.
