On June 13, 2009 we were blessed to attend my beautiful cousin, Anne, marry her wonderful husband, Jason. Congratulations to you beautiful, gorgeous humans. Welcome to the family, Jay!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
David the carrot farmer
You know who is enjoying our gardening the most? Yes, Davey. He loves, loves, loves, snacking on carrots and peas fresh from the planters. Thankfully he's sensible enough to wash the carrots before eating them.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
The flushed "mixing truck" gets disinfected
We love Greg the Drain Man. He is honest, charges reasonable rates and is a nice guy. Seriously, if you need your drains cleared (or toys removed from your toilet), he's the guy to call.
415-897-8244 (phone)
415-451-3797 (pager)
He got here a little before 8am, used a flexible camera to see where the blockage was and tried getting it out with a snake. Nope, that didn't work. Out came the wet-vac and out went all the water from the toilet bowl and reservoir. Then the toilet came off the floor and exploration inside resumed. Yep, there it was, at the bottom of the toilet... the "missing truck," is what I thought Davey was saying yesterday. Of course he was saying, "MIXING truck." Yes.
David watched the whole process gleefully and waved goodbye heartily to Greg.
I'm putting this on Davey's bill that we will present to him on his 18th birthday.
Maybe.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
It was all going so well
Davey and I had such a lovely morning. We started off a bit too early for my taste, but it was tempered by coffee and another viewing of Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit. Then we played in the back and front gardens, shot photos and movies, cleaned the fish pond. Ahh, such a nice morning.
And then.
I went outside to finish cleaning the fish pond and replace the filter. When I came back inside a few minutes later, Davey said he needed to pee. Okay, let's go to the toilet honey. Once in the bathroom, Davey points to the toilet and says, "I put missing truck in it." Huh? Right, sure honey. Go pee. He does. We flush.
Judging by the poor quality of the flushing now, yes, I believe him.
An impish look of amusement on his face and he repeats from down the hall, "I flushed missing truck! Call the plumber, mommy."
Ohhhhhhh, total toddler rebellion!!
I calmly told him that he is in very, very big trouble and that he did a very, very naughty thing. I told him that, while I love him very much, I am so angry with him that I can't be with him and that he needs to stay in his room. No more treats, TV, books or fun today, he's being punished. I didn't yell, he listened and obeyed calmly. He knows he's in trouble.
We'll see how this goes. I have never punished him more than a 2 minute time-out before. But augh. What else to do when he does something so naughty that he knows he shouldn't do?
Sigh.
And now, a minute of Davey joy:
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