Runaway October

So I’ve got this brother, right? Erm, this lit­tle brother I should say. And you all know how lit­tle broth­ers are. Are you with me on this?

I hap­pen to be super blessed in that Cody is stay­ing with us for now. He makes our lives full… full of all kinds of stuff.

Like girl drama. I’m glad I was never that way! Ahem.

And dirty socks.

And he self­lessly tutors my two inno­cent chil­dren in ways to get them­selves hurt or in trouble.

He’s a fine upstand­ing exam­ple of trouble.

See this?

Taran­tula Hawk

Cody pissed it off.

And this nor­mally placid flyer stung him. Ha! Poor guy, just mind­ing his own busi­ness when some giant gets all huffy about a sting and douses you in Car­bu­re­tor cleaner.

Or how about when he tries to show Declan how to ride BMX, like a pro yo.

This is what Declan comes back look­ing like:

Now, what do you think Cody looks like? After all, Declan was under Cody’s tute­lage when this dis­as­ter happened.

Are you ready for it?

No really, you should be prepared.

Let’s look at this more closely, shall we?

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Nice huh? And that’s just his face.

This is right before all the scabs came off.

Pretty huh?

I don’t have pic­tures of the time after that. He still has the scabs on his shins. Prob­a­bly should have got stitches.

So that’s a very small glimpse of Life with Cody. I wont even go into where I spent my entire Tues­day evening because of him. Stay tuned for more Cody adventures.

I’ve been tagged by Tamara of Quar­ter of an inch, so here’s my… uhm, entry?

“Open the 6^th pic­ture folder on your com­puter, open the 6^th photo and blog it. Write some­thing about it. Then tag 6 more peo­ple to do the same.”

This pic­ture is hor­ri­ble. It’s fuzzy and there’s a shadow run­ning through it. I like it though. It’s my lit­tle brother pos­ing while get­ting ready to play WoW. Notice the cute pink tower in the lower cor­ner, it’s my moms com­puter — doesn’t that rock? He’s sin­gle ladies. I’ll give you his email

As far as tag­ging peo­ple, well… if you’d like to play please help your­self. Just leave a lit­tle com­ment to let us know and we’ll come visit once you post. Capiche?

They have a ten­dency to give “treats”.

This is what hap­pens when you give a 15 month old a Yummy Earth organic lol­lipop.

Some­where buried in that mouth is his lol­lipop. It’s a good thing I’m not a ger­mo­phobe as this may have pushed me over the edge.

He sure looks happy though!

(In case your won­der­ing that’s my lit­tle brother Cody and he just hap­pens to be wear­ing one of the awe­some Sur­vival Bracelets I make.)

So last night as the two kid­dos and I crammed into the tub (scary thought, huh?) for a leisurely soak, I real­ized that I say some really stu­pid things.

Don’t make your lit­tle brother angry!!

• Why not? Is he going to turn into an ax-wielding mon­ster. The thought makes me laugh. Those two teeth of his would fit per­fectly into the face of a psy­chopath. Will he turn into the Incred­i­ble Hulk? If he was green maybe peo­ple would stop touch­ing his head. I could tell them he has a con­ta­gious dis­ease. Take that nosy old ladies at the supermarket!

Do you under­stand me?

• Does it mat­ter? Even if the under­stood they’re not going to lis­ten. They can bob their lit­tle heads and say ‘Under­t­snad’, but the point is they don’t care what I say.

Don’t you dare!

• Again, what am I going to do? Put them in a time­out? Big Whoop. Time­out is the same as play time, you just have to face a wall for a cou­ple seconds.

What were you thinking?

• Again, it doesn’t mat­ter. With a lim­ited vocab­u­lary it’s really hard to express that you thought stick­ing your fore­skin in the vac­uum cleaner tube and then clos­ing it would be fun. It’s also hard to explain that cov­er­ing your­self in per­fume, includ­ing open wounds, seemed like a good idea until you feel off the bath­room counter. And even if mama did under­stand you, she’d still be mad. A blank “pity me” stare works better.

Boys! Be nice!

• “We are” is typ­i­cally what I hear. I guess when you’re under 3 run­ning the baby’s foot over with a wooden truck is nice.

What things do you find your­self say­ing as a par­ent that make you won­der why you bother to say it at all?