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Mar. 15th, 2010 10:30 pmToday was a day where Senor Onion was very keen on showing off his awareness of free will. If one was feeling less polite one might say, "he was a bit of an asshole."
He is three. He is learning how not to be a sociopath but it just wasn't today. Everything was about defiance. "Hey you can play with your dominoes but you may want to keep them away from your sister." He throws them everywhere. On purpose. I said, "You don't throw those. You can play with them but if you throw them again -I take them away."
He threw some at my head.
Dominoes are gone for the rest of the day.
"Time for dinner. Have a bite. It has stuff you like." "No. I want to go and play games." "Sorry. You don't have to eat but you do have to sit until dinner is over." He runs off.
There was also a tantrum that lead him to getting naked as a way of saying, "fuck you mom".
A personal favorite was being in the car and he was irritated that I wasn't moving (I am supposed to run a red-light... has he been watching Bullitt?) and so he kicked his shoes off. He added to the performance by breaking down and crying that his shoes were off and he wanted me to put them back on right then and there. I politely declined and cited safety issues and the fact that I was driving. By the time I got to our destination he had also removed a sock. Flexible monkey.
Despite this exhausting behavior he was sweet at times. He gave me hugs. Told me he loved me. He gets to stay another day.
Miss Biscuit is... a baby. As Louis CK says, "what do you want me to say?... oh yeah she got fired from her job at Target. She's getting a divorce." I find her fascinating. She is growing and changing and trying to eat my mouse. Well at the moment she is sleeping. She is trying her hardest to crawl. She lacks that upper-body strength. She gets somewhere and then gets upset that she isn't Wonderwoman. She has a very definite personality where she will really express her frustration with a situation... or you and gosh darn she isn't subtle. If she could speak I suspect she would say, "This is bullshit. Where's Tico Torres????"
Still, she and I have fun together. She is my cuddlebug. Though she thinks her Daddy is the greatest guy EVER and her brother makes her giggle. She is kind of cheap when it comes to people. You look in her general direction and she will smile and crack up. Six months is a fun age.
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Goat cheese is a major part of my life. There you have it. I made shepherd's pie tonight for dinner. The potato topping had a lot of goat cheese. I was licking the wrapper the cheese had been in. I have no shame. I also ate four or five cookies today. I went for a walk. That counts for something doesn't it? I have a craving for ice cream. I should make some. What flavor? I just need to churn something. I have some vanilla pods I could use.
I went to physical therapy. I am getting stronger and meaner and whatever every time. My neck is less wonky and they can see all kinds of improvement. Now if they will only stop giving me exercises to do. Each week something new. "here try this." Like a costco sample I can't give up. I have massage therapy tomorrow. What will the congenial canadian and I talk about?
He is three. He is learning how not to be a sociopath but it just wasn't today. Everything was about defiance. "Hey you can play with your dominoes but you may want to keep them away from your sister." He throws them everywhere. On purpose. I said, "You don't throw those. You can play with them but if you throw them again -I take them away."
He threw some at my head.
Dominoes are gone for the rest of the day.
"Time for dinner. Have a bite. It has stuff you like." "No. I want to go and play games." "Sorry. You don't have to eat but you do have to sit until dinner is over." He runs off.
There was also a tantrum that lead him to getting naked as a way of saying, "fuck you mom".
A personal favorite was being in the car and he was irritated that I wasn't moving (I am supposed to run a red-light... has he been watching Bullitt?) and so he kicked his shoes off. He added to the performance by breaking down and crying that his shoes were off and he wanted me to put them back on right then and there. I politely declined and cited safety issues and the fact that I was driving. By the time I got to our destination he had also removed a sock. Flexible monkey.
Despite this exhausting behavior he was sweet at times. He gave me hugs. Told me he loved me. He gets to stay another day.
Miss Biscuit is... a baby. As Louis CK says, "what do you want me to say?... oh yeah she got fired from her job at Target. She's getting a divorce." I find her fascinating. She is growing and changing and trying to eat my mouse. Well at the moment she is sleeping. She is trying her hardest to crawl. She lacks that upper-body strength. She gets somewhere and then gets upset that she isn't Wonderwoman. She has a very definite personality where she will really express her frustration with a situation... or you and gosh darn she isn't subtle. If she could speak I suspect she would say, "This is bullshit. Where's Tico Torres????"
Still, she and I have fun together. She is my cuddlebug. Though she thinks her Daddy is the greatest guy EVER and her brother makes her giggle. She is kind of cheap when it comes to people. You look in her general direction and she will smile and crack up. Six months is a fun age.
...
Goat cheese is a major part of my life. There you have it. I made shepherd's pie tonight for dinner. The potato topping had a lot of goat cheese. I was licking the wrapper the cheese had been in. I have no shame. I also ate four or five cookies today. I went for a walk. That counts for something doesn't it? I have a craving for ice cream. I should make some. What flavor? I just need to churn something. I have some vanilla pods I could use.
I went to physical therapy. I am getting stronger and meaner and whatever every time. My neck is less wonky and they can see all kinds of improvement. Now if they will only stop giving me exercises to do. Each week something new. "here try this." Like a costco sample I can't give up. I have massage therapy tomorrow. What will the congenial canadian and I talk about?
