Monday, May 05, 2014

The boy and his rocks

The boy loves pebbles. Throwing a tantrum in the car, find a loose pebble from whatever parking lot for him to hold and he'll be content.
I am forever deporting randoms pebbles found on the bookshelf, in the cubbies, or in the toy box.

Today is a Mommy work day. But after I picked up E, there's no reason to head out again, so I'd try to work from home. The operative word is try. It usually unfolds like this.

The two little ones wake up upon our arrival. The boy cuddles with Nanny for awhile while his sister channels Octo-L, and attach herself onto me, extra-limb style. Free myself from one of her arms, and the legs cling on tighter. The little boy wakes up enough to realize Mommy has been taken over. He flies over a wage a battle against his sister over Mommy's lap. To others, the Mommy has grown to have three heads - two yelling at each other and the third yelling over them, six arms - four flapping and hitting each other two trying to separate them, and six legs, four of which are entwined around my torso.

The adults try to cajole the little ones off by reason, which never works, and bribery. The bribery ranges from snack to special outings, to TV when Mommy makes dinner. Today, I was able to bribe the little boy off of me by asking him to find me a nice, pretty rock outside in the yard. After all, what is a rock that gets forgotten in a pants' pocket and go clankity clank in the laundry machine if I get another hour to work.