Aug 30: Gio Busts a Move
Aug 24: My son Shaved the toilet!
Gio is still a little guy. When we see him wanting to brush his teeth, we encourage it. But the rules say no food....drinks...or even toothpaste on the carpet. 
So, when I found him on the family room couch with a toothbrush and open tube of toothpaste, I felt compelled to tell him to go back into the bathroom.
Unfortunately, I was on the phone with Animal Control seeing if they had picked up Squirt. when I got off of the phone I forgot about Gio in the bathroom. 10 minutes later I found him having covered the entire toilet in blue toothpaste and was usinge one the girls' razors to shave the toilet. my children are strange.
So, when I found him on the family room couch with a toothbrush and open tube of toothpaste, I felt compelled to tell him to go back into the bathroom. Unfortunately, I was on the phone with Animal Control seeing if they had picked up Squirt. when I got off of the phone I forgot about Gio in the bathroom. 10 minutes later I found him having covered the entire toilet in blue toothpaste and was usinge one the girls' razors to shave the toilet. my children are strange.
Jun 27: Our FIRST Airbender
Lots of changes. I have definitely NOT been keeping up with my blogging. Sorry bout that to my readers. The first development happend a couple of weeks ago. 
Mary's Nephew was over at our house being babysat for the day. we ran to get groceries and were gone for about an hour and when we got home he had cut ALL of baby Gio's hair off. Not a bald patch here and there,....all of it. everything was cut to about 1/4 inch with a couple fuzzy tufts of longer hair. He had next managed to "benderfy" all of JOEE's barbies and then started on JOEE's hair before he got caught. Several HUGE chunks were cut out of Joee's hair. the entire left side of her head is above the ear. There is a chunk out of the back as well, and her bangs are gone. Now the cruelest 2 things are poor Gio related. OK first is the simple loss of ALL of those curls. The girls use to call him Fabio. Now its Vin Diesel. And all of those curl...well nephew boy mashed them to gether with Barbie hair and Joee hair. So we dont even have that 1 curl to remember it by. Don't know which aspect bothers me most. But if we decided to go Pollyanna style and play the Glad game, then I can say I am glad that he started with Gio first. Imagine a bald Joee.
Mary's Nephew was over at our house being babysat for the day. we ran to get groceries and were gone for about an hour and when we got home he had cut ALL of baby Gio's hair off. Not a bald patch here and there,....all of it. everything was cut to about 1/4 inch with a couple fuzzy tufts of longer hair. He had next managed to "benderfy" all of JOEE's barbies and then started on JOEE's hair before he got caught. Several HUGE chunks were cut out of Joee's hair. the entire left side of her head is above the ear. There is a chunk out of the back as well, and her bangs are gone. Now the cruelest 2 things are poor Gio related. OK first is the simple loss of ALL of those curls. The girls use to call him Fabio. Now its Vin Diesel. And all of those curl...well nephew boy mashed them to gether with Barbie hair and Joee hair. So we dont even have that 1 curl to remember it by. Don't know which aspect bothers me most. But if we decided to go Pollyanna style and play the Glad game, then I can say I am glad that he started with Gio first. Imagine a bald Joee. Jan 24: A Short one on moving.
Nov 14: Irritation
The epitome of righteous indignant irritation resides right in my very own life. 
I am experiencing that very feeling. The pinnacle of silliness also resides right in my very own life. I am experiencing that as well. Before the end of this story I must first tell you the beginning. Several years ago we got Frankey our basset hound as an 8 week old pup for Stephani. Shortly thereafter I taught Frankey to howl with me. In reality I look like a total nut howling to get him to howl with me but I worked hard on this duet. In the past couple of days I put my music instructor hat back on and taught Gio (my 15 month old) to howl with Frankey and I. I was VERY excited to show Mary our new trio. Unfortunately he mastered it yesterday, and Mary was not available to see it. This morning Gio woke up cranky. Hence, It was just a bit ago that the Musical act was ready to perform. I got Frankey going but Gio was distracted. When I turned away to pick something up from the floor and get Gio's attention, Katie snapped Gio up off the floor and began howling. I told her to stop because I wanted to show it but she continued. Then it happened, All three broke into canine song. Mary thought it was very cute. I was outraged (maybe too strong a word but....) Hence the first sentences of this post. I am so irritated. I worked to teach em to howl with me and someone comes along and steals my spotlight. I also feel tremendously silly to be feeling that irritated. I expect that both feelings are valid but honestly I don't care about the silly. That was my thunder, and I wanted it. I wanted to sing as part of MY trio. How do you think Beethoven would have felt if his little brother came up and directed his best symphony in front of the King before Beethoven got the chance. In a time in America where good jobs are non-existent and profound accomplishments elude me daily, I find myself compelled to cling to these minor triumphs. What think you my readers?
I am experiencing that very feeling. The pinnacle of silliness also resides right in my very own life. I am experiencing that as well. Before the end of this story I must first tell you the beginning. Several years ago we got Frankey our basset hound as an 8 week old pup for Stephani. Shortly thereafter I taught Frankey to howl with me. In reality I look like a total nut howling to get him to howl with me but I worked hard on this duet. In the past couple of days I put my music instructor hat back on and taught Gio (my 15 month old) to howl with Frankey and I. I was VERY excited to show Mary our new trio. Unfortunately he mastered it yesterday, and Mary was not available to see it. This morning Gio woke up cranky. Hence, It was just a bit ago that the Musical act was ready to perform. I got Frankey going but Gio was distracted. When I turned away to pick something up from the floor and get Gio's attention, Katie snapped Gio up off the floor and began howling. I told her to stop because I wanted to show it but she continued. Then it happened, All three broke into canine song. Mary thought it was very cute. I was outraged (maybe too strong a word but....) Hence the first sentences of this post. I am so irritated. I worked to teach em to howl with me and someone comes along and steals my spotlight. I also feel tremendously silly to be feeling that irritated. I expect that both feelings are valid but honestly I don't care about the silly. That was my thunder, and I wanted it. I wanted to sing as part of MY trio. How do you think Beethoven would have felt if his little brother came up and directed his best symphony in front of the King before Beethoven got the chance. In a time in America where good jobs are non-existent and profound accomplishments elude me daily, I find myself compelled to cling to these minor triumphs. What think you my readers?