Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Koots and Bug

Dakota (Koots) pulled himself up to a standing position for the first time on Saturday. He'd had so much fun in the bathtub that he pulled himself up and tried to lift his leg as if to get back into the tub. Well after that it all went down hill. The boys were fighting over a cup. It was more like Dakota was reaching for it and Dustin wouldn't let him have it. Suffice it to say that Dustin accidentally pushed Dakota backward and he fell and went under the water. He started thrashing and freaking out and of course so did I. Dustin got a spanking and everyone was left screaming. So, that was our bathtime adventure. Of course once we all got calmed back down Koots wanted to get back in the bathtub. Mommy said that was out of the question. She's no fun like that. One near drowning experience and she'd had enough of bathtime.
Despite the adventures of being a mother like that it's so much more fun than I ever thought it would be. Like I was telling some friends at lunch about the time two weeks ago it was snowing really hard out and Bug was in the backseat of my car stripping out of his clothes. When he got out of the car he was like, "it's cold." I'm like, "I know, that's why you leave your clothes on until we are in the house." He hasn't stripped since. Of course I figure that learning lesson it at least temporary. He'll be stripping off his clothes in no time.
It's amazing the things they do when they copy you. I think it's quite amusing. For instance, also on Saturday Bug was tickling Koots beyond redemption. My Dad became very frustrated with Dustin for torturing his little brother. Awhile later I had Dustin pinned under me sitting on his legs so he couldn't kick and held his arms above his head while I tickled the sh$t out of him. My Dad was like, "that's where he learned it from." I'm like, "but he likes it...???" As soon as I let him up he wanted to do it again. So, go figure. My Dad's disgust obviously transferred to me. :) Oh well, my Dad used to torture me that way... or at least my sister did... so karmically I'm just passing it along as my children will to their children. What's the point in having them if you can't torture them? That's obviously just my opinion. :)

1 comment:

  1. I want to know where he learned to strip in the back of a car. :P