Sunday, December 3, 2006

Mr. Mom II: Electric Boogaloo

Kathy went off on part one of a (hopefully) three-part journey to audition for grad schools. See her blog for details of the trip and how it went. Meanwhile it was just me and the buddy at the house for two days.

Mind you, this wasn’t the first time that it’s been the two of us “bachin’ it”, but it always seems like she’s always gone too long anytime she goes away, to borrow from a great, underrated song. Luckily Kat had to leave on Friday morning, so it wasn’t too traumatic on the boy. When I picked him up from daycare that evening, I asked him if he wanted chicken or pizza. He immediately exclaimed “PIZZA!” and all the way home did a little “pizzapizzapizZA” chant.

After we got home, for the half-hour it took me to get the oven warmed up and the pizza cooking, he added to his performance by doing what shall henceforth be known in our house as the “pizza dance”. It consists mainly of jumping up and down at about 80 beats per minute while singing the above mentioned pizza chant. I have to say to his credit that, after all that, he worked himself into enough of a lather that he ate two slices of pizza all by himself!

Saturday was pretty uneventful, although I had to dissuade Ian from perusing his new favorite activity: pushing the television when he sees someone or something on the screen he doesn’t like. Yesterday morning, he managed to push the TV about a foot into the entertainment cabinet, which has no back, BTW. I’m just lucky that 1) the glass screen keep the rest of the TV counterweighted, and 2) we didn’t get the HDTV that I was waiting in line for last week.

A couple of times, we heard twigs being blown against the door, and Ina ran toward the office yelling “Mommy! Mommy!”, but alas it was not to be. She did finally come home (after contemplating sleeping over at her mom’s to break the trip up) about an hour before the boy’s bedtime. By this point, I was a bit exhausted being Mr. Mom for the Saturday, and glad to see my wife come through the door.

She has to do this again in a couple of weeks, but it’s in the middle of the week, so my worries over child-rearing will be limited to early morning, and evening hours. Wish us both luck.

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