Windmill

Of the 3 of my children, H has the largest need for physical affection. I'm all about cuddling but his definition of cuddling isn't exactly the same as mine.

I consider cuddling to be sitting next to each other, maybe under a blanket, and either telling stories or reading a book.

H considers cuddling to be more of a driveby event. 

For example, H has a tendancy to move all 4 limbs  in a circular motion while simultaneously doing a sommersault across my lap (picture 4 windmills tied together tumbling down a hill).  As a result I've been kicked in the head, jabbed in the abdomen with an elbow or knee, headbutted in the leg or hip, and smacked in the face with his butt.  

I love that he loves me and wants to be with me.  I also appreciate that most of the time he catapaults himself across me we are both unscathed.  I can't however express enough how important it is that he NOT do this when he is totally naked. 

You're cute dude, but you're not THAT cute. 

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Passive aggressive toddler

H was bugging C pretty badly. He was all up in her business and she was being surprisingly patient.  She asked him repeatedly to stop and when he didn't she insisted that she was no longer going to play with him. From my perspective it appeared to be the end of the issue.

I was making dinner and C settled  herself at the table with some paper and a pen.  She asked me to spell a few words but I wasn't really paying attention.  The end result was downright hilarious. 

 "Dear Henry I hope you enjoy this book about being nice."

Apparently passive aggressive behavior is possible in a 4 year old.  Who knew?

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Old Dogs do learn new tricks, and mine is kind of an asshole

We've had our dog Petey for 12 years now. He's been a part of our lives for such a long time that I can't imagine what it will be like without him.  He's still doing surprisingly well considering he is around 13 years old.  

As he has aged we've all become more aware of the fact that our time with him is limited.  H keeps saying "Petey's probably going to die soon" to pretty much every stranger which isn't awkward at all (yes, that is sarcasm).  

All 3 kids have also taken to feeding him treats, scraps, and goodies since I made the mistake of telling them that old dogs deserve to be spoiled, which of course makes backyard cleanup a little extra nasty. 

Oh, not to mention the whole no pets on the furniture thing has gone out the window.  The excuses run from "he's too old to sleep on the hard floor", to "mom, he's cold," or "I just want to cuddle with him since he's probably going to die tomorrow." Of course I cave because I too am a total sucker.

I swear Petey has heard these discussions and has decided to totally mess with us. He has taken to laying with his eyes open and holding his breath just long enough for me to exclaim "oh shit!!!"  before he promptly perks up and starts wagging with a little doggy smirk as if to say "haha, I totally got you that time!"  

I swear this dog is trying to kill me first by giving me a heart attack.

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