We’ve been in Texas for a couple of weeks now, and it has mostly been like a vacation. I’m amazed at how early on Paul got really attached to his grandparents, and living near them is great for all of us.
I’ve even gone shopping (in my own car!) (that I didn’t pay for!) (I’m really attached to my grandparents, too!) (Sorry about the exclamation points!) (I hate them, too!) all by myself. And spent all morning at it. And didn’t need to be home at any particular time. And now we’re living in a really cute, roomy apartment with $0.00 due at the first of every month.
Texas is very laid back, and life seems just a lot easier here.
But on Monday, we had our first taste of our new normal when Sam went to work at his family’s law firm. Paul pulled out all the stops, and:
-dumped a box full of cheerios on the rug
-ate about half of a large canister of raisins (there were repercussions from that in his diapers for days)
-dropped q-tips down the toilet several times and tried to fish them out. with his hands
- met a real live lizard and mistook him for a stress ball
-went through 3 outfits
-ate his weight in dewberries, tried to pick them himself, ate more than just dewberries
-tried to eat an ant, until I had to scrape it off of his poor little tongue
-poured water on a dying cat
-attempted to eat about half a dozen crayons, before his aunt switched him to colored pencils (smart)
-tried to pick and eat the fake berries from a silk floral arrangement
- tried to stuff himself into a Barbie car:
That sounds about right.