It's twelve o'clock noon. Lunch has ended. The Governor is ready for a nap, and The Senator's favorite cartoon, Tom & Jerry, is now playing on the Cartoon Network. I guess planets must be aligning; my timing is never this good.
First of all, I would like to thank all of you who left comments suggesting a replacement link for Mean Mr. Mustard. So...that would be you, Aelfheld! Apparently my family members don't read any other blogs.
Aelfheld suggested we take a look at In Passing, and we did, and we liked it. And how appropriate that we are replacing on Berkeley student with another. Go take a look. And I dare you not to think, "Oh, I overheard a funny one the other day too."
On the home front, I'm getting more and more worried about The Governor. He's 16 months old. I see his temper and belligerent attitude expand daily and think, "Are there boarding schools for 2 year olds?" He's going to be a monster. Earlier today I was hollering at him to stop grabbing handfuls of dirt out of my geranium pot and whipping it across the front sidewalk. He didn't listen. I decided to try and count to three. (Never tried this before with him) I said, "One..." He fired back immediately, "Two!" What the h*ll! When did he learn how to count? I was totally nonplussed. Go ahead. Unearth the geraniums. I'm dealing with a higher power.
After the geraniums bored him, he took off running for the neighbor's house yelling, "Buppa! Nana!" Yes, that's where they live, but he's never walked over there by himself before. I hauled him back home, set him down, and he took off for the shed where we keep the 4-wheeler. "Honda! Honda!" Hauled him back home (kicking and and screaming) and we went inside because he has not figured out how to open the screen door. Yet. He's containable inside. For now.
He's going to re-define Terrible Twos, I'm afraid.
Well, as much as I would love to blog a whole lot more, I'm wasting valuable quiet time around here. There's laundry, cleaning, dishes, yardwork, paperwork for school, and perhaps an unread Jeeves book around here somewhere. (P.G. Wodehouse rocks.)
Posted by Cathy at August 19, 2003 12:25 PMGood heavens - he sounds like my two-year-old-monster, I mean, son! We could swap stories.....
Posted by: Jeff at August 19, 2003 12:53 PMGlad to know you found In Passing to your liking.
Posted by: aelfheld at August 19, 2003 04:56 PMYes, I am the next-door Nana and I love both my grandsons dearly! However, The Governor does have just a bit of a temper. Buppa came in today and said Cathy was out with the boys. The Gov. had wanted to do something, Cathy said no, he proceeded to throw himself on the ground kicking & screaming. In the process he bumped his head which made him even madder. At that point Buppa picked his up & asked if he would like to go on a honda ride. Miraculously the tears dried and there was a big smile on his face. The good thing here is that his temper is easily diverted.
Posted by: Nana at August 19, 2003 10:44 PMAnd yet, people say I am crazy, being nearly 50 and still wanting one of those for my own. I actually had a 2-year-old step son that threw a top-of-the-lungs screaming tantrum for 75 minutes in the middle of dining area at Carlsbad Caverns. He had not been my step-son for long at that time, and I can tell you that such tantrums stopped soon after he and I came to an understanding. He found that being held down on a stool by me facing a corner was not all that much fun, and it took a week before all I had to do was pull the stool out before he would stop that screaming when he didn't get his way. His mom and he are both long gone, however, as that marriage was made in Hell. It was not his fault or mine. You would have to know his mother to understand the root of that problem. ;) Oops, sorry to have written a blog post in your comment, but sometimes I just get on a roll.
Posted by: Tiger at August 20, 2003 08:21 PM