August 21, 2011

  • Some Days Seem To Be Longer Than Others

     

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    Today was a short day for watching Chewlee but she was in rare form.  Hugging, loving but she was on the go, go, go from when she got here.  I finally sat her down and told her to play her game while I started dinner.  I made a pot roast, which we hadn't had in a long time.  I found out you can't even bribe Chewlee to eat beef.  And potatoes?  If it's not a french fry or something that looks similar, she won't touch it.  She will eat baby carrots or those cut into chunks but not sliced ones.    She ended up eating...you guessed it....hot dogs again.  She goes through streaks with those.  In a few weeks, she probably won't touch one.

    The Beast helped by taking her for another motor scooter ride to exercise Baron and then she spent some time up on the John Deere with him while he mowed the front lawn and the lot next door.  She must have eaten about a pound of cherries.  I can't blame her; they tasted sweet and wonderful.  I just think it startled the Beast to see how many she was able to go through. 

    Later, when she got tired of watching her cartoons (too many repeats), I threw in one of her favorite DVD's but...get this!  She told me to take a nap and not watch it!    That was a real first.  She even turned off the overhead light and brought me a pillow.  She watched her movie and played her game on Pogo and kept checking to see if I was peeking.  It made me suspicious at first because she can be sneaky and I had both my powder and my nail polish on my desk.  But I checked and didn't find anything out of place.  After raising a bunch of kids, you just don't lose that.  I may realize something is gone later but not at the time.  I guess she just wanted to watch her video alone. 

    She wanted to spend almost all her time when she was near me on my lap.  She wanted to play our tickle game.  Our *if you hurt my baby, I'm going to have to beat you* game.  Our *tickle my ears* game.  My legs hurt and she is such a wiggle worm that I was starting to hurt all over.  When I caught myself watching the clock to see how long before the Princess came to pick her up for the third or fourth time, I realized my *short* day seemed longer than my long day (which was Saturday).

    I think even the Beast felt his ears were assaulted because Chewlee came in twice, all upset, because Papa had told her to *shut up for a while*.  When she complained to the Princess about it when she got here to pick her up, she said, *Well, maybe you should have stopped talking so much.*  It seems she always wants to talk to him when he's either reading his news online or playing one of his games (which are interactive and timed). 

    I now have a stomach ache so I am going to get this posted and try to get over that without medicating myself.  Love you all.  Have a great week.