Tuesday, January 15, 2008

I'm sorry, Bruce. These boys get that syrup in 'em, they get all antsy in their pantsy.

Originally posted on Sunday, November 05, 2005


I'm sorry, Bruce. These boys get that syrup in 'em, they get all antsy in their pantsy.

Out of all our kids I truly think that Luc is the most likely to become a con man.

He has this gift, an evil gift - that he uses for evil purposes. This kid can find trouble anywhere. I mean, I can leave him in his room for a nap, right? There shouldn't be a problem with that at all, right? What do I find when I go in to get him up? He made ancient cave drawings on his walls. We now have our very own hieroglyphics! I have had the kitchen floor wall to wall dog food. I still have some lovely pink marks on the carpet from him applying chapstick to the dry and parched fibers. If there is some mischief to be found, Lucas will sniff it out.

The thing with Luc though, is that once my blood pressure returns to normal and we are having our "talk"? That's when he really starts using his gift to his full potential. "Mommy, you're the bestest mommy in the whole world"!, "I'm sorry mommy, I won't ride Liam like a horsey ever again" all while patting my face and gazing at me with his killer blue eyes. Or the one that really gets me, "I love your eyebrows mommy, do you love my eyebrows"? How does one keep their composure in the face of that?


I want to share with you the reason that I decided to post about our energetic 3 year old. Yesterday my husband called me. He asked about the kids. That was his first mistake. I shared this story with him:


So, yeah... Lucas came in the room earlier and was babbling something about syrup. I didn't understand what he was trying to say and we both kind of gave up on the conversation. Well, I just went into the kitchen and the lid was open on the syrup. I asked Lucas what he had done to the syrup. "Nothing". So I stared at him with my mommy look. "Lucas Ryan, what did you do with the syrup"?


What came next was very difficult for me to describe to Jon over the phone. It isn't much easier to try and type what happened next. So I give you a reenactment:


(Yes, he did make the accompanying chugging sounds)


Jon then made his second mistake: He started laughing like a loon. How do you remain
stern about things like that when all you want to do is laugh till you cry?

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