Saturday, April 25, 2009

No Daddy, I Do It Myself

Thing 2 has witnessed Thing 1 rummage through the fridge and pantry for snacks and treats enough times, that it appears he can do it all by himself.

Mrs. H and I were chatting as we heard thing 2 pull the stool over to the fridge, open the freezer, get the ice cream out, scoot the stool over to get a bowl out of the cupboard, find the ice cream scoop and voila,

"daddy, I do it myself", he says...
He's learning too quickly... (BYU product placement not intended, but it is cool, huh?)

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

I Hate You!

This goes out to Mrs. H... She just has not been "feeling the love" lately.

Sunday early evening, Mrs. H was trying (and she was having her nerves really tested) to help Thing 1 with her homework. Thing 1 was protesting and just fighting against being helped. I left to attend a youth activity for my church and returned home about an hour later to witness:

The ultimate Prima Donna behavior (Mrs. H swears it is all payback for the way she was as a child). Thing 1 was yelling at the top of her lungs out her window "I hate my mom! I want her to die, and I really really mean it!".

Some would say that means she's doing a good job at parenting. At first I felt a little embarrassed, as many of the neighbors were out and about (strolling the sidewalk or socializing with each other on that beautiful Sunday evening).

The shrieks were very clear. (the mental picture that ran through my mind):
And to top it off, last night (Monday), the new cat (Mrs. H picked him out) climbed on her while she lay asleep and peed on her.