freaks and geeks
While both these terms refer to me, I actually have some other individuals in mind. My children, for instance. Or the two random guys who are currently having a very rowdy, and likely drunken, argument outside my house. These guys are certainly not geeks, but you have to be some kind of freak to be drunk and having a fight in front of a well lit house at 10:30pm on a Tuesday night. An odd occurrence? Sadly, no. My neighbor just called me, concerned, and told me about our neighbor two doors down who had a guy sitting outside her front door for an hour, drunk, a couple nights ago. It was 2am. She ended up calling the police for help since she was home alone and the guy was not intimidated by her two large dogs barking incessantly at the window. Ah, the joys of living downtown.
I should be in bed, but instead I'll note a few memorable thing the boys did or said these last couple days:
K: "when I get big, I move to Africa and have giraffe" as a pet, he means
K: "when I get big, I'm going buy phone and call police so they going put you in jail, you mean Mama" I guess he didn't really want to take a nap just then.
E: "NOOOOOOOO, Kieran! I want to clear the table!!!" This one requires some context: in CA, E sorted our recycling and helped bring it to the recycling center for cash. Since CdA clearly hates the earth (we can't even recycle glass here), he no longer has his small stream of income. He really loved saving for some pretty cool toys, and would take turns saving money for himself and saving to buy something for K. So, he and I discussed what he could do around the house to help me and in return earn an allowance. He decided on helping with laundry and clearing the table after meals. The laundry went well this weekend, he folded and put away four loads. But, now K is interested in helping with laundry and dishes, and E is concerned because he wants to be sure to earn that allowance!
K has taken to getting out a pair of slipper socks he got from the hospital and stuffing matchbox cars into them, then tucking them into odd places, such as the VCR. Frustrating for me, mostly because at nap time or bed time he is inevitably searching for one of the cars he thus hid, and I haven't a clue where to find it. The strange part is I remember E doing the same thing around this age, though he eventually stopped.
And my E, who is trying to work out this whole kindergarten thing in his head, is still confused over the uniform issue. He's asking yet again whether he can wear his own underwear to school, or if he has to wear the school's underwear.
Today both were whining to watch a documentary on planets "one more time, pleeease." It's nice to know my kids can be geeks as well as freaks.
I should be in bed, but instead I'll note a few memorable thing the boys did or said these last couple days:
K: "when I get big, I move to Africa and have giraffe" as a pet, he means
K: "when I get big, I'm going buy phone and call police so they going put you in jail, you mean Mama" I guess he didn't really want to take a nap just then.
E: "NOOOOOOOO, Kieran! I want to clear the table!!!" This one requires some context: in CA, E sorted our recycling and helped bring it to the recycling center for cash. Since CdA clearly hates the earth (we can't even recycle glass here), he no longer has his small stream of income. He really loved saving for some pretty cool toys, and would take turns saving money for himself and saving to buy something for K. So, he and I discussed what he could do around the house to help me and in return earn an allowance. He decided on helping with laundry and clearing the table after meals. The laundry went well this weekend, he folded and put away four loads. But, now K is interested in helping with laundry and dishes, and E is concerned because he wants to be sure to earn that allowance!
K has taken to getting out a pair of slipper socks he got from the hospital and stuffing matchbox cars into them, then tucking them into odd places, such as the VCR. Frustrating for me, mostly because at nap time or bed time he is inevitably searching for one of the cars he thus hid, and I haven't a clue where to find it. The strange part is I remember E doing the same thing around this age, though he eventually stopped.
And my E, who is trying to work out this whole kindergarten thing in his head, is still confused over the uniform issue. He's asking yet again whether he can wear his own underwear to school, or if he has to wear the school's underwear.
Today both were whining to watch a documentary on planets "one more time, pleeease." It's nice to know my kids can be geeks as well as freaks.