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I'm finally getting the house into a more settled state. We've been here for nearly two months and I'm only just now figuring out how I want the place arranged. I moved the living room furniture all around Friday afternoon, and then shifted it again yesterday, so now the breakfast nook has inherited not only Andrew's toys, but also the green IKEA armchair, which actually works really well - there's a comfy place to curl up and read or talk to whoever's in the kitchen. And I put the sofa at an angle in the living room, so the TV is a bit more closed off from Andrew's toys, in hopes that someday he might not insist on playing in front of the TV, on or off. I can understand his rationale; all his (admittedly short) life, his toys have lived next to the TV, because we just didn't have another option.
For the time being, he's been dragging his toys across the house to play near the TV, and throwing fits about them being so far away. TOUGH SHIT, KID. TV is not the end-all be-all of human existence.
(Says me, who writes fanfic about TV shows, and is currently typing this while he watches Cat in the Hat.)
(In my defense, he woke up this morning and went straight to his easel and did his lines without prompting. Let me explain: in OT, he's been working on tracing lines, where you have to start at one end and trace clear to the other. Andrew has issues starting and stopping on the targets. So I put stickers on either ends of the paper, and he uses those as targets. Well, today's stickers are the Angry Birds stickers he got in his Happy Meal at McDonald's yesterday - Bill took him, not me, but free stickers are free stickers. So I'm making our breakfast, when all of a sudden I hear Andrew singing to himself: "Staaaart, and STOP. Staaaart, and STOP." So I walk around the corner and....there's the easel, and Andrew's drawn these perfect lines from one sticker to the next. Beautiful lines, all free-hand, in yellow, and he's redoing them in purple just for the heck of it.
And he's even holding the crayon correctly. And then he circled the stickers on request - not exactly perfectly, he tends to get so into the circling motion that he doesn't want to stop, but frankly I feel the same way about spinning when you're dancing.
So I think he's entirely justified in requesting a reward of Cat in the Hat.)
Anyway, the boxes are mostly unpacked. The books are unpacked, the clothes are put away. I've got the kitchen and assorted appliances in nearly proper places. There's a bedroom upstairs which is an utter disaster area, and I still have to unpack some boxes mysteriously marked "office supplies" (what office supplies?) and we can't find the extra pillows anywhere. And I can't find the bedskirt for our bed, and I'm still missing a towel or two. But mostly, I'm feeling pretty good about the house - Bill and I even started figuring out where we're going to hang things.
Bill: We have a lot of books.
Me: You just figured that out?
Bill: We have a lot of paintings.
Me: Where on earth have you been living?
Also, we found more papyrus. And notebooks. And...well...stuff. And I remembered, I still owe auntiesuze a box, and there's the caption contest from a million years ago, and I'm half inclined just to say screw it and give everyone a prize, but I need to make sure there's enough to go around.
And according to my calendar, I have to make rum balls today for Halloween, so they have time to sit and get extra yummy. (I figure adults who go trick-or-treating should get something, too. Also if they have cookies of their own, the kids stand a better shot of getting to eat theirs.)
For the time being, he's been dragging his toys across the house to play near the TV, and throwing fits about them being so far away. TOUGH SHIT, KID. TV is not the end-all be-all of human existence.
(Says me, who writes fanfic about TV shows, and is currently typing this while he watches Cat in the Hat.)
(In my defense, he woke up this morning and went straight to his easel and did his lines without prompting. Let me explain: in OT, he's been working on tracing lines, where you have to start at one end and trace clear to the other. Andrew has issues starting and stopping on the targets. So I put stickers on either ends of the paper, and he uses those as targets. Well, today's stickers are the Angry Birds stickers he got in his Happy Meal at McDonald's yesterday - Bill took him, not me, but free stickers are free stickers. So I'm making our breakfast, when all of a sudden I hear Andrew singing to himself: "Staaaart, and STOP. Staaaart, and STOP." So I walk around the corner and....there's the easel, and Andrew's drawn these perfect lines from one sticker to the next. Beautiful lines, all free-hand, in yellow, and he's redoing them in purple just for the heck of it.
And he's even holding the crayon correctly. And then he circled the stickers on request - not exactly perfectly, he tends to get so into the circling motion that he doesn't want to stop, but frankly I feel the same way about spinning when you're dancing.
So I think he's entirely justified in requesting a reward of Cat in the Hat.)
Anyway, the boxes are mostly unpacked. The books are unpacked, the clothes are put away. I've got the kitchen and assorted appliances in nearly proper places. There's a bedroom upstairs which is an utter disaster area, and I still have to unpack some boxes mysteriously marked "office supplies" (what office supplies?) and we can't find the extra pillows anywhere. And I can't find the bedskirt for our bed, and I'm still missing a towel or two. But mostly, I'm feeling pretty good about the house - Bill and I even started figuring out where we're going to hang things.
Bill: We have a lot of books.
Me: You just figured that out?
Bill: We have a lot of paintings.
Me: Where on earth have you been living?
Also, we found more papyrus. And notebooks. And...well...stuff. And I remembered, I still owe auntiesuze a box, and there's the caption contest from a million years ago, and I'm half inclined just to say screw it and give everyone a prize, but I need to make sure there's enough to go around.
And according to my calendar, I have to make rum balls today for Halloween, so they have time to sit and get extra yummy. (I figure adults who go trick-or-treating should get something, too. Also if they have cookies of their own, the kids stand a better shot of getting to eat theirs.)