Thursday, August 16, 2007

how he tortures her this week

Maybe it's his version of sharing? Maybe he likes the sound the toys make when he throws them onto the base? Maybe he secretly wants her to break her leg? I don't know. But every single time she's in her exercauser, he insists on putting whatever he can find under her feet. Note the ice cube trays? He stole them from the dishwasher for the sole purpose of putting them under her feet. On any given day, there could be a myriad of items down there. Trucks, stuffed animals, x-box controllers, pacifiers, books, pieces of bread, or bags of bread for that matter, sunglasses, clothes, puzzle pieces, DVD cases, pillows, cans of food, hairbrushes... I've seen it all, really.

There's no stopping him. It doesn't happen, no matter what I try. She seems to tolerate it well. I mean, she's often bothered by it but she doesn't scream or cry and heck, she's learning to traverse challenging ground, right? Maybe she will become an expert rock climber? Not that being an expert rock climber is my dream for her. But whatever she wants to do in life is fine by me... no, I take that back. There are certain "professions" that are not fine by me and I pray we will never have to cross that bridge! If she wants to be a rock climber, that is fine, as long as she makes enough money to help her brother take care of her father and me in our old age.

Hopefully the fascination with throwing junk under her feet will end soon. I'm doing my best to curb the behavior but clearly not before I encouraged it by taking pictures. I'm sort of interested to see what the next means of torture is that he will come up with. He already tries to sit on her, feeds her chicken from his plate, puts her pacifier up her nose, takes her pacifier out of her mouth, plays "catch" with her (which really means "how many times can I throw this ball at her head before she cries or mom catches me and puts me in timeout?") and climbs all over he when she's eating. What's left? I'm just thankful he doesn't do this under her jumperoo. The last thing I need is for her to take a big jump and land on a Tonka Truck, resulting in a broken ankle.

One of these days she's going to start fighting back and then it's going to be a real party around here. I know she's taking notes and making a list of all the crap he's done to her. I can see it in her eyes.

7 comments:

Nate said...

And you never did anything like that to me?? I think he's picking stuff up from his mom.

clanelder said...

I'll never tell - but I do have a pretty good memory ;)

Sarah said...

OK, I think I've officially become your internet stalker-- I LOVE reading your blog. cracks me up.
as for the exersaucer, I think its cute-- he's sharing! OK, not in the most comfortable way- but at least he's putting them under her feet and not knocking her over the head with them!

Andrea said...

That's so funny. If I ask Cali to get D a toy she will bring a whole basket and dump it out in front of him. I guess they have the whole "the more the merrier" concept down?

Jean said...

Too funny! Especially the ice cube tray!

Marie said...

Yes....I'm pretty sure my little brother stored all the torture I did to him -- and then one day when I was in high school he celebrated 'pay-back week' with charlie horses and listening in on my teen-aged angst phone calls.

Leah said...

That is really funny. Your blog is one of the highlights of my day. I love when you have new entries.