Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Brody (dog) is passive aggressive. I guess it makes sense when you think about it. He's always so nice and submissive. But I'm sure he can tell that he is not Dave's favorite.
Dave left a coat, hat, and snow pants (hunting pants?) in a pile next to the garage door in the other living room. The laundry room is right next to it. I witnessed it all. Brody came in the room, sniffed around, LIFTED his leg, and....
PEED all over Dave's stuff.
I couldn't believe what I had just seen. He was promptly put outside, and the clothes were thrown in the washer. I got pee on my hands. Ew.
You know, it's possible Brody was trying to help me. Maybe he was trying to teach Dave a lesson--don't leave your crap on the floor for days.
There is a third option: maybe Brody is dumb. He smelled something new and acted on instinct.
Regardless of the mutt's thought process--or lack thereof--he will be spending a significant amount of time in his crate today.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
I am babysitting two little boys. They have been in bed for almost two hours, but they have been screaming and yelling for the past hour. I checked on them when they first started to make sure the closet monsters hadn't emerge. I opened the door and the noise stopped instantly. Apparently they were fine. I told them it was time to be quiet and go to sleep. The screaming began again by the time I reached the bottom of the stairs.
They seem to have quieted down now. Hopefully they will actually sleep.
When I first arrived tonight, I noticed that ben's (the four-year-old) voice was hoarse. I assumed he must be sick or getting sick, but now I wonder if screaming themselves hoarse is the new norm.
Friday, September 27, 2013
1 in the trap today. We're at 3 altogether.
After trying unsuccessful to put all the boys' laundry away last night, I realized I needed to sort their clothes again. This honestly should be done every few months. The bottom of 2 of David's drawers were literally being pushed out because they were so packed.
So, I did Noah's first. I filled almost an entire laundry basket with just his clothes that were too small.
Anything too small for David was passed directly to Noah. And any of his clothes that I hated (worn out, stains, misshapen, um... Ugly) were thrown in the basket.
Afterward, his clothes fit nicely and I fixed those two drawers that couldn't take the pressure.
I scoured Noah's closet and couldn't believe some of the stuff that had made the last few cuts. There was a 24m sweatshirt in there. TWENTY-FOUR. This child is four yrs old! I'm assuming the sweatshirt ran big. Oh, there was a 2T t-shirt stuffed in the back of his dresser too.
Just have David's closet left to do, but I think it was done not long ago.
I like Dave'd idea of getting rid of the dressers altogether and getting a closet organizer. We'll see.