My husband and I had a wonderful date night on Friday. So, having been up much later than my norm, Saturday morning I wanted to sleep in. When my 3 year old, Rickson (pronounced Hixson - that's a story for another day) got up I bleary eyed turned on cartoons and got back into bed.
BIG MISTAKE!
Please understand that I work from home and am not very organized. My mother, always worried about my health set a bottle of Omega 3 fish oil capsules on my desk.
For a most of the morning I could not figure out why my house smelled funny. Not everywhere I went, just at certain times and in various places. I came to discover that Mr. Curiosity opened the bottle and popped a plethora of capsules. He was coated in an oily stench and my workspace reminds me of a pier on a hot afternoon.
I washed his clothes multiple times and gave him a good scrubbing, but not a lot I can do about my computer keyboard and my desk top. I have done what I could without ruining them, but it may be awhile and a few more bottles of Odo-ban before being back to normal.
The other day he played with the neighbor boy (age 4) until dusk, when the dad brought him home (3 houses down). i thought he was in the house, but when I hadn't seen him for 20 minutes I asked his 6 year old sister if he was with his dad watching fights. "nope!". I scurried about the house calling his name to no avail. I walked to the neighbor's and then another neighbor with a boy his age. Still no little guy. Okay, so now I am worried!!! I recheck the house, my brother, who was watching fights, helped me check the garage and the vehicles. In a last ditch effort I called my teenager, who had just left to go to his girlfriends house, to see if he had seen which direction the monkey went.
Sweet relief! The rascal, when told he could not go with his brother, hid in his car.
We are all now doing constant rounds better than a security guard with a review coming up!
I went to get my hair trimmed recently. I am lazy and didn't make an appointment as I think my cut/trim should simply be follow the lines. My regular stylist was busy and so I used the next available young lady. I showed her photos of the actress whose hair I appreciate, but I was very distinct in saying that I would like it left longer. I have a very short hair cut, but need a little more length to keep my cow lick in check.
Alas, she got into an automatic mode and gave me the actress's cut to the T. (If you watch Law and Order Criminal Intent, it is the cut of the cute young lady that acts across from Noth- her name is Julianna something)
So for the time being I will give her an A for cut, a D for listening skills. Thank God short hair cuts grow out before you know it.
I have the most adventuring curious little boy. I adore him, but he is going to drive me crazy! Unless I have eyes on him he is up to something.
The other day in a 15 minute period he managed to go into a cupboard and get out a cake mix. Fine if he wanted to make dessert, but he took the mix to the living room and ripped open the bag on my beige berber. Again wouldn't be a big deal, but it was a marble mix and he decided to be a good sharer and I found that he put some of the cocoa powder on the floor for the dog to eat. So of course I had a pile of wet chocolate on my carpet and a dog I was afraid might puke.
Thank God she has a cast iron stomach and was able to stay intact, But when I asked him about the mix he just said, "Roxi did it Mom".
