Tales from the baby zone
It was almost two years ago that Sam invaded our quiet and cozy abode bringing with him much gear, which usurped every corner of every room in the house. This little being quickly learned to rule the kingdom and commanded his serfs to do his bidding. The mom and dad soon forgot about the outside world and adult thoughts and conversations seemed foreign and elusive. Little Osama had a ravenous appetite and piercing cry and grew quickly, progressing from howler to crawler to walker to climber in warp speed. Yes, climber!
The little guy battle cry of late is “I Climb!” the book case…out of the crib…on top of the couch. Yes, he has scaled the walls of the crib and broken free of his shackles. Mom and Dad’s one and only form of defense (the crib) has just been obliterated never to return. This morning at 5:00am the little one gnashed his terrible teeth, and rolled his terrible eyes and roared his terrible roars and said “let the wild rumpus begin!” The bleary-eyed dad was caught off-guard attempting to fetch the paper and locked out of the house by a laughing imp – in subzero temperatures (-7degrees) and wearing only a robe. Fortunately mom had on her “listening ears” and quickly came to the rescue.
Our life as we knew it is once again forever changed by this pint-sized prankster.
Please check in on us from time to time before the spring thaw to make sure that the mom is not lying unconscious from a friendly(?) “bonkondehed” and the Dad is not suffering from frostbite.
Pray for us,
Old Ma & Pop
posted by Sammy'sFamily @ 2/03/2007 01:07:00 PM
5 Comments
5 Comments:
Oh, dear. Hopefully Sam just has cabin fever + two years old wildness. Most likely. This, too, shall pass. I guess you have to enjoy what you can of it. At least you'll have many good stories to tell, and someday you'll look back and have a good laugh. Meanwhile, you'll need eyes in the back of your head and an extra house key hanging from a lanyard around your neck.
It's really not so bad there P-daddy, we were told before Sam's birth that he'd "keep us young", and for the most part that prediction has been true. We wouldn't want Sam to be anything other than himself, and- I wanted to ask you- where can I get one of those lanyards?
Ahh how I look back on the baby years fondly!
Now the teen boy years are another story.
It must come from the Stenzel side.
Well, things could be worse. You could have given birth to an Unca Micky, who generally removed all his clothes before leaving the house for the great beyond. In those ancient days, unschooled parents resorted to archaic restraints obtained illicitly from medical facilities to tether their infant while they slept in late. For that matter, they also tied all the bedroom doors of their other children shut to get some morning peace and privacy. Poor little bladders!
rofl?
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