( continues...) interests, or be particularly masculine to do these things. And I can keep on learning as long as I want to. Revolutionary.
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sounds awesome Liese.
Sympathies, Suzi.
All this talk of child-related damage makes me more and more happy I own cats.
The most expensive thing my two have ruined was a digital camera, which B. left lying on our lawn. Next to the paddling pool.
Cutest thing: well, C. took some scissors to her hair last week.
Plus too many little things to mention. And my nerves.
But it's all part of growing up, isn't it?
Oh, Suzi. I'm so sorry.
Oh yes, this! Dylan used to stand next to the DVD cabinet and methodically empty every single shelf until he was sitting on a pile of DVDs bigger than he was. But we let him do it because it wasn't really destructive, and it was pretty easy to clean up afterwards.
Yeah, it was just a bitch. But it was sort of fascinating to watch, because she was very methodical, too. Like it was her job to take them out one by one.
Unfortunately, Leif could climb like a monkey and figure out how to bypass pretty much any child-proofing device. We had to use magnetic locks on the cabinets and make sure any magnets powerful enough to open them were in place that was truly out of reach.
I'm jealous, Liese. That sounds amazing. Gun-envy here. And five years ago, I'd never have thought that would be me.
As a kid, I don't think I ruined anything other than books. Which I drew in. But I did ruin a bible my grandmother gave my father. I still feel bad about that.
I should have known better. I mean--books. I don't even turn a page corner now, or pencil in them. Never even highlighted a textbook.
Too much pain to drive into work this morning. Feel like a heel. Also feel like crap. Crapheel. But I'm dialled into the meeting. So, work ensues.
I have to go to a meeting with my manager in half an hour. To talk about my "goals." Blargh.
All this talk of child-related damage makes me more and more happy I own cats.
This. Because it's my understanding that you aren't actually allowed to pick kids up by their heels and swing them around your head like a bola and then let fly.
All this talk of child-related damage makes me more and more happy I own cats.
You haven't met my cats.
Eldest nephew was capable of some award-worthy acts of creative destruction, some sanctioned, some not. Younger, however, is more likely to spontaneously start mopping the floors or cleaning the countertops. I'm not kidding. He's a little neat freak.