Showing posts with label TMI. Show all posts
Showing posts with label TMI. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

That's what he flippin gets! (Contains TMI... Mom's and Grama's please DO NOT READ!)

So in order to keep my kids in as little 'daycare' as possible, Hubby and I work opposite shifts. It works great. He works till 5:00PM, I don't start until 4:00PM. There is an hour of overlap time, 3 days a week. Not too shabby. I work every other weekend which means on those weekends Dad is alone with both kids. Great for bonding, saves tons of money. Sounds like win, win, Right? Ah! But it's a trick question. I forgot to mention football season. Tis the season where dad puts up baby gates and watches from the corner of his eye while Kat babysits Bear. Poor kids. They have fun though. Last weekend, too much fun!

I came home from work on Sunday afternoon. It was a nice, normal day. I worked with my girls all day. Good for me. Raiders won. Good for Hubby. So we're going to costco and Hub looks over at me and says, "oh, funny story..." (right away I think, what happened while you weren't watching the kids?) But I refrain and listen. Apparently during the football game, Bear and Kat were playing in Mom and Dad's room. They like to pull all of the million pillows off the bed and jump in them. However, Dad had the insight to know that this would not be OK without supervision and asked that they please come out of the room and play in the room where dad was rooted to the couch. (I interjected the last part)

So my sweet little bear comes out of the room happily shaking his hand in the air and trying to show dad some amazing treasure he had found. Dad asks him what he has and he holds his prize proudly in the air. What is it you ask? Why, it's a c-ring that he found in one of Dad's drawers. Yep, my unsupervised children found the naughty stash in the back of Dad's underwear drawer. So no big deal though. Bear is only 1, he could care less. He doesn't ask questions. AH HA! Enter the 4 year old. When Hub took it away casually and said, "no no Bear, not for you" Kat piped right in..."Why Daddy? Why can't we play with that? What is it anyway? Why does it have all these bumps? Why is it stretchy? Why can only Daddy's play with it?" as she is asking questions, she's trying to pry this mystery object out of his hands to learn more.

HA! That's what you get for letting them roam off "for a second or two". Maybe next time he'll pay more attention!