The Kid Has Detached and Gertie Has Recovered

In my blogging absence, much has gone down. First off, the little man became a person, a real person.

For instance, just yesterday, while I was vexatiously scrubbing Gertie paw prints off the kitchen floor, he came to me and said, "Mom, I would like to go for a scooter ride, so I'm going to go out now, okay?"

For some reason, while I was also experiencing the most horrific feeling of foreboding at the thought of this, I somehow also found it quite hilarious.I think the fact that his little brain told him to go outside, without me, was absolutely fascinating to me, since this has previously been a person who would not go to the bathroom without me for quite some time.

With visions of not sugarplums, but rather ax murderers and child molesters, dancing in my head, I in fact said, "Ah....sure. You can do that." I then commenced my 10-minute discourse on how the world may look lovely from our house up on the hill, yet down the street from our house, just past the baptist home, horrible things may be in wait. Horrible things like speeding, out-of-control cars, psychos, sociopaths, ax murders, kidnappers and rapists.

He had had an earful by the time he walked out the door, and to be honest, it was the weirdest sight, seeing him hop on his scooter and ride down the street one block, stop to talk to one of the retirement home residents sitting outside the baptist home, then come back up the street on his little red spiderman scooter, ALL BY HIMSELF.

It seems as if during the last four years he's been permanently attached, like some kind of growth on the side of my leg, yet now he has detached. I would have thought I'd be singing, "THE HILLS ARE ALIVE....." Yet, the visions of kidnappers keep this break-out-in-song from occurring.

But here's the real problem, this is what he now thinks about his mom telling him what to do all the time:



I might have a problem on my hands.

So what about my goal of having continuous child-slave labor at my disposal for the next 14 years, you ask? Well, I have somehow managed to continue to progress in this area:



Yeah for us finally getting rid of the pink dining room - stay tuned for some before and after pictures....that is....in about two months when I finally get around to finishing it.

As for our other child, she has fully recovered from her traumatic afternoon of grooming and has now decided to re-join the world. This is Gertie trying to force her way into her bed to avoid being kidnapped and returned to the dog groomer. As I'm watching this video, it suddenly seems wrong that we locked her out of her kennel-bed just to laugh at her trying to claw her way in. It's totally hilarious that after getting all her hair shaved off, she wraps her tail around her butt so we can't see her nakedness.

I don't know, you probably had to be there.