Saving For Therapy

As we pull into the driveway this evening, we see that the neighbor's cat has left us a lovely gift. A tasty, dead squirrel. Headless.

She loves us very much...

As we get out of the car, Mark decides to "show" Catelin the squirrel.

So, you already know what kind of father my children have.......

He proceeds to chase Catelin around the driveway slinging a dead, headless squirrel by the tail.

She is shrieking bloody murder: "Mom, Mom, help, make him stooooopppp, why'd you marry him anyway???!!!!" AAAAAHHHHHH, Help!!

She shoves poor bewildered Alex down on the concrete. He is already confused & frightened, not sure what is going on. Usually if Catelin cries, he cries too (just in case).

She is screaming like a maniac, Alex is bawling HIS head off and Mark is running after Catelin yelling "EEEEWWWWW!".

The peace and quiet of our little neighborhood is shattered.

Don't you think the neighbors just love us?

Such is my life, dead squirrels and all.

Still Potty Training

This afternoon:

Me: Alex, your pants are still dry. Do you need to potty? Let's sit on the potty!

Alex: NOOOOOOOOO..... NA-HUN! NOOOOO....
(Throws self on floor. Kicks dresser.)

Five minutes later, changing wet Pull-Up.

Me: (Stern voice) Alex, look at this... all wet, next time you put your pee in the potty!

Alex points at the potty chair and says: No, dat's eeeewwwww.

**Sigh**

New! Improved! Child Containment System!

I guess it's better than tying them to a tree with a rope.

The harder I laughed, the madder he got... heh, heh.

Nice Try Mark

Nice try Mark, but I just don't think it's going to happen. The girl was NOT a voluntary participant in this nonsense.

I mean, come on, the girl is a bigger clutz than I am!

I finally just told him to make sure she knows there are sharp moving parts. So she doesn't cut her foot off.

Sometimes it's just better if I go back in the house.