Have you even felt that way? Like you have thoughts, desires, images all swirling around in your head and you just can't get them to stop? It starts to feel like you are nervous. . . But I am not. Sometimes that kind of feeling can frustrate me. Tonight, I just think it is kinda funny.
I feel like I am on the edge. Of what, I don't know. Maybe tomorrow will tell me. But, right now, I just want to laugh. I think this would be clinically described as: delirium.
Abby: Since when did she become a tween? Ok, she isn't really a tween, but with Peter spending hours and hours studying, she is becoming my "buddy" and on occasion I find myself being lax on rules to let her hang out with me. . . I NEED SOMEONE TO HANG OUT WITH!! Besides, she suddenly acts like she can "hack it" and like she "gets it". Maybe not all the time, but she puts on a good show. She can still put on the master manipulation tactics and try to get what she wants, but Peter finally told her that wasn't going to get her anywhere and she has tried to put it aside. Such a mature thing to do. . . and then she won't share with her two year old brother at a friends house . . . so IMMATURE. She's right on the cusp, and I love it.
Jaxon: Jaxon re-constructed a scene from PeeWee's big adventure tonight without even knowing it. I didn't realize it until Peter re-enacted it to me again. In short, Jaxon was making a "book" the "book" (i.e. pieces of paper cut up with nothing on them) Got thrown in the garbage can by Abby who was told to clear off the table. To express his feeling on the situation, Jaxon drew a picture of ME: in the kitchen, with a smile, looking the other way, and ABBY: picking up the papers to throw them in the garbage. Then, he proceeded to re-tell the story to us and told Abby she was a liar when she denied it. (Think PeeWee re-enacting the stolen bike. . "IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH THE REST OF US, AMAZING LARRY???) I am sorry, but it was nothing short of hilarious. Especially Peter's re-cap. Seriously. I wish I could document all of the hilarity that he brings to this house. . But there just isn't time in the day.
Of course there are the not-so-fun moments as well. Like when he caused a COMPLETE SCENE when we were in a very small room looking for previously used costumes from a theater company for Abby to wear. He and Wade knocked over an entire rack of clothes and . . . never mind.
Wade: Calls me by my last name. All day long. Even when asking for a cup of juice. I guess I see a future QB in the making. I have tried SEVERAL times to explain to him that that is our LAST name, and that my FIRST name is LINDSEY and that his name is WADE and that he can call me mommy and then the next thing I hear when he is on the potty is. . . . LAST NAME!!!! (Sorry, I have tried to not post that here)
Kaylie: Let's just put it this way. The girl knows what she wants. And don't tell her otherwise. Or she is gonna let you know that . . . THAT ISN'T THE WAY SHE WANTS IT! I have no idea where she gets that from. Seriously. Sometimes it makes me laugh. Like, if I am trying to get her to quiet down and I put the binki in her mouth - - in one swoop, she grabs it out of her mouth and chucks it across the room. That girl has amazing coordination for an almost 9 month old. Seriously. She is crawling like a mad woman, and if you thought my kitchen was messy before, now just imagine it with cheerios scattered to every single corner. . the kitty bowl turned upside down (several times a day if she can manage it). . every garbage can tipped over and magazines that were left inadvertently on the floor- torn to shreds.
No wonder I feel swirly inside.