Thursday July 8, 2010 - Grandma Retta's House

Tonight after work I picked up the kids from daycare and took them to my parent's house... I try to go by there on Thursdays because the hubby is at work, and my nephew is usually there since his mom has a class... (and i can usually score free dinner)

The Dugga LOVES Grandma Rettas, they have a big wrap around porch where my Dad is always hanging out that has an ice chest that is always full of ice.. No matter how many times you yell or smack his hand that kid is in the ice chest pulling out pieces, licking them, and then putting them back. We finally had to pick it up and put it on a table to keep him out of it. Emily and Matt usually play pretty well together, riding the bikes and scooters around the cul-de-sac while we attempt to keep David occupied on the porch..

Not anymore! After last weekend's 4th of July Party, that kid WILL NOT stay put. I picked him up out of the street, the neighbors yard, and the driveway several times (swatting his butt each time) and deposited him back on the porch just to chase him down a few minutes later when he thought I was distracted.. until he discovered the plastic patio chairs were climbable, jumpable... and pretty soon, destructible.. He stood in the chair backwards and jumped until it tipped over (with him in it) luckily he has gotten quite used to taking falls and kept his head up, and didn't actually hurt himself.

We ordered pizza and had ice-cream cake (which he knows is there since my sister's birthday on the 2nd, because every time we've been there since, he walks right up and says "birfday birfday birfday birfday birfday caaaaaakkkkkke!" at anyone who will listen) and had a few minutes of peace while he devoured that, although as soon as his cake was gone he screamed so hard we thought he must have bitten his tongue or gotten brain freeze, but it turns out he was just pissed because he was out of cake.... so my mom gave him the rest of hers.. AWESOME!

But now both kids are in bed, and I'm finally getting to rest... It seems each day has gotten a little better than the last since I started blogging.. It's like he knows I'm talking about him and trying to make a liar out of me..