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Tuesday, August 31, 2004 The Wife in Florida Sounds like a porn title. I can clinch it by adding "Naughty"... Tine and the kids (minus The Boy) left on Saturday for the week. So far, so good. Although she called me last night from the Hard Rock hotel to tell me she wasn't feeling so good. The Boy has been pretty good himself, something I am thus far very pleased with. He's been cooperative for the most part. Although he wasn't happy to get a bath last night. Hated it, and screamed, screamed, screamed when I poured water on his head. We watched a bunch of movies, including: Monsters, Inc. and Airport '75. The Boy has to learn the perils of air travel and what you must do if you should ever find yourself in solo-command of a 747. That's right, you call Chuck Heston. Or George Kennedy; man that guy can be upset. It's been hot and humid since they left which really means I don't feel like doing much when I'm home. Can't really watch TV on the big screen. I could, but then I'd only be cooling one room and that's stupid. Finn and I have played downstairs while the AC runs down there. He spends a lot of time jumping on my stomach. I try not to lie on the floor any more than possible. While he napped on Sunday, I unloaded the closet where my Lego collection has been hibernating. There's now 25+ bins downstairs and one of the bedrooms is chock full of most of the unopened stuff. Tine would have a fit if she were home... But you're not, are you! Mwhahahah! It's the first time in almost a year since I've had access to everything. I think I may have wept. I found most of a ship I had been working on before I finally sealed it all up. I also introduced The Boy to the collection formally. He found the few Bionicles I have and has been somewhat content to play with them. He loves robots and dinosaurs right now. But my big plan here is to have him used to me working with bricks so every time I'm sitting there or opening a bin, he isn't in my face over it. I expect a slow process. Last night, after dinner he was sitting next to me as we watch the news and he got right up nose-to-nose with me, his hands on my cheeks. He looked me directly in the eye and said softly, "Pay yeggos?" He did this three times and I caved. We opened one of the bigger bins and dumped it out on the floor and slowly rummaged through it. Several times I had to stop him from chucking parts across the room and once had to make sure he wasn't putting it in his mouth. But he was pretty good most of the time. More concerned with finding minfigs ("mans") and their hats than anything else. I built him a simple spaceship –a box with wings– and he had fun stuffing them in it like they were corpses. posted by Evil Wayne | 1:16 PM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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