Last Thursday it looked like it was going to rain at any point. I had an appointment to get my hair cut (it looks the same despite paying more than 50 dollars) and I had to do some work. I had a sitter set up for Pman for the afternoon. Since the gray clouds were looming overhead, I decided to dedicate my time to Pmoney for the morning. This is a photo journal of that fateful (read: very tough) day.
First, we ate breakfast. He is very happy in the morning and will gladly throw his hands up in the air when you say, "Where's BIG BOY?" signaling that he, in fact, is big boy. Beware- he will throw his hands up in the air REGARDLESS of what is in them at the time. Food and toys have been known to go hurdling across the room.
"Seriously, are you going to be in my face all day with that thing?" Recharged after his (way) too short nap. I think he looks like he is about to rip the camera out of my hands. I know this is only the third picture in the sequence, but it was probably the 23 one I had taken.
He likes to play with legos- thank you whoever got him these for his birthday. Well, play is probably not the correct word. He really likes dumping them ALL out and throwing them around the room. He seems to like the noise they make- or the yelling noises I make as he lobbs them at me while I duck and cover behind the couch.
Apparently this generation is not meant to hear the word no. Apparently we parents are supposed to "redirect" negative behavior and praise positive behavior yielding a generation of rule abiding, appraisal seeking people pleasers. When I was not dodging legos I "redirected" Psizzle away from the sliding screen door that leads to the deck that he opens. I have found him a couple times on the deck digging through the recycling, plant dirt, and generally scaring the crap out of Abby, who spend most of her days on the deck (who can blame her!) After one of these deck visits he came toddling back into the house holding a beer bottle. When I yelled at him...I mean asked him to put the bottle back, he looked at me and with a completely straight face put the bottle up to his lips. In this photo he was just "redirected" away from the deck. This means it is time to walk to the front door and pull on the runner on the side table by the door. You know the one with heavy wooden box on it and lamp- yea that's the one. Redirect my ass! Eventually we were both sitting in the middle of the living room floor- crying
After I did my afternoon errands and picked Pfunk up from the sitters, he came home and took a nap.
For two and a half hours.
He went down at 3:30p.m. This nap time is atypical at this stage in the Pman game.
While he slept it (finally) started drizzling out. I put some crap in the crock pot for dinner and settled in the watch my DVR'ed episode of...well I'm almost too ashamed to tell you...One Life to Live. Around 6 Josh called to say he was almost home. I checked on dinner as I talked to Josh.
If you put raw chicken, potatoes and carrots in the crock pot at 4p.m. it is not ready by 6p.m.
In fact, it is not even close.