Archive for the ‘Jedi’ Tag
August 19 2009
For the most part, Jedi is a really good kid. Of course, he has his 5 year old tantrums and quirks, but he can be the extra set of hands that I wish I had. However, sometimes it’s like pulling teeth.
“Hey Jedi, can you get that for me?”
“What?”
“That, right there.
By the couch.
Between the couch and the computer.
In front of Abby’s penguin.
There.
Right there.
In front of your face.
Look down.
Down. On the floor.
You’re almost stepping on it.
Right there.
Look where I’m pointing.
RIGHT. THERE.”
“This?”
“YES.”
And then sometimes, it’s just easier to do it myself.
July 29 2009
Jedi’s goldfish, Sweeney (don’t ask, he named it when we got it a year and a half ago), swam his last circle yesterday morning. For the sake of accuracy, I may have killed it. But let’s not dwell on the specifics, shall we.
We have had many a goldfish come and go during Jedi’s life. To make it easier on him, and perhaps on us, we recite a storied alteration on the truth when one passes. Namely, the fish came down sick and we had to take it to the fish hospital. This pacifies him enough until he eventually forgets all about it. Yesterday, however, he noticed Sweeney’s lifeless body on the bottom of the aquarium. There was no beating around the bush this time, which isn’t to say I didn’t try.
“Sweeney’s sick”, I told him.
Jedi briefly surveyed the situation. “Is he dead?”
“Yeah”, I answered with a heartfelt sigh.
We held a small memorial for Sweeney toilet-side. “Are you going to put him in pee?”, Jedi asked, concerned. “I’ll make sure there’s no pee”, I assured. With that, we said our final goodbyes. Immediately after, Jedi resumed merrily chasing his brother. I, on the other hand, have remained a little bummed ever since. Over a goldfish. Stupid goldfish.
July 22 2009
There is an unspoken rule in casa de us when it comes to who is in charge of whom: I get Abby and Buzz, J takes Jedi. Buzz is sometimes transferable, but more often than not he ends up with me.
Normally, I grab the short end of the stick on this. Just the simple mathematics alone, then take into account weight, age, and stage of agreeability they’re currently at. I don’t know how many times I’ve grumbled a few curse words as I’ve been walking through somewhere with one kid on my hip and the other flailing and squirming from my hand, only to look over and see Jedi trotting along politely next to his father.
However, yesterday morning Jedi was complaining of a stomach ache. It seemed to pass fairly quickly, though, and by afternoon he said it was gone. Then 1 a.m. rolls by and he vomits apparently everywhere. I say apparently, because guess who had to clean it up?
NOT ME!
Is it wrong that my first thought, after noticing Jedi was fine of course, was TAKE THAT, BITCHES. I’m sure karma will come back and bite me for laughing a little on the inside as I returned to sleep. But I’ve dealt with enough vomit to last a couple lifetimes as it is.
July 03 2009
Originally posted June 12, 2004 on a previous livejournal.com hosted blog.
A participant in Flashback Friday.
You know how parents are supposed to protect their young with every ember of fire inside them? Apparently, that’s not me. Jedi and I were lying on his blue-striped blanket in the middle of the living room floor, playing and giggling and having a fun Friday afternoon. Suddenly, I look above us and there is this ginormous bee monstrosity buzzing in midair. Before it had time to decide which head to land on, my instincts quickly kicked in. Without an ounce of hesitation, I ran for cover. Without my son.
I left my defenseless infant son to be attacked by a gigantic merciless stinging machine.
To add insult to injury, I left him there until the coast was clear as I peeked from safety around the corner. Luckily, it paid no attention to him as it made it’s way to the sunlight filtering through the window blinds. As soon as I could gather the courage, I swept up Jedi and scurried him to the sanctuary of his room.
At least J was home during this. With all my shrieking and squealing, he hurried in as fast as he could. Within minutes, the drone was dead and buried inside a napkin.
I’m willing to do just about anything for Jedi, but obviously getting stung by a bee is asking too much.
June 22 2009
I meant to get out and buy J an honest to god gift for Father’s Day. However, my plan exploded into a million tiny pieces, as they are wont to do. In turn, he received a handmade Jedi Card™. And it only took 9 scrapped sheets of paper, an hour of bickering, a lot of whine, and a few tears to construct a simple I Love You Daddy in colored pencil.
I'm Crystal. A 30-something mom to 3 young kids living in the Midwest USA. When I'm not chasing my children, I'm a freelance writer and web designer. I like to tell stories from our days and share what we enjoy...
