a gallagher tale
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Funny Face Boy
Boy am I tired! These late nights are going to start to get to me. Pretty shortly here. But it's Wednesday and the accountant sent my check out already! Woo! That guy, he is getting good at his job. Also, next week we have direct deposit.
I finally drug out the ol' D50 today for a few quick shots.
Zane has a "fort" under the covers of our bed, which I never make because... I'm lazy? Anyway, he likes it a lot down there all of a sudden. Being down there makes him smile and make funny faces. And show off his teeth. Come on, why are crooked teeth genetic? Hello, Darwin? Do you mind explaining this one to me? I don't have crooked teeth, but Shane does. And Zane has EXACTLY the same teeth thing. Big crooked fangs.
However, he did get his mama's natural beauty to compensate for the fangs. ;)
Let me tell you a story about our mattress. It is hard. We have roughly five extra "mattress pads" on it, the down kind, the egg crate kind, the memory foam kind, we've got it all. In the end, it makes our bed about 5 feet high. I have to jump to get into it. It also makes it impossible to get sheets to stay on. I spent a ridiculous amount of money on these "guaranteed not to pop off" sheets and they pop off all over the place! They are, like, possibly, the most popping off sheets EVA! So, yeah. Bummer. Also our bed is still hard.
Here Zane is, with his facial expression that translates to "I am now mad and frustrated because I got tangled up in all these sheets and I thought I would die before I would ever get out and no one rescued me and now it turns out my own dearly beloved mother was sitting there snapping photos of me when I desperately needed rescuing! This trauma shall haunt the rest of my days."
And just a half second later he is completely recovered and hamming it up as per usual.
That's one of the great things about being a kid; you have no room in your brain for grudges.
I dropped a bag of trash outside our door of our trailer earlier with the intention of taking it to the dumpster, but I forgot, and I am now sitting here listening to cats shredding the bag and its contents to pieces all over our yard. And fighting over the poopy diapers. I almost am tempted to go on out and clean it up and take it to the dumpster, but there is that slim chance it is bears and not cats. I said slim.
Every day I say I am going to quit work and I never do. Being at work is not very much fun. But, honestly, I wouldn't want to stay home either. It's boring here in the trailer with no vehicle and nothing really to do. Work is sometimes boring too but at least there are usually people around. A lot of salesmen coming in and out, and Shane is basically a constant presence. Today Shane took Zane out to the warehouse for a little while and I was sitting on his computer looking at Haflingers. He came back in, stared over my shoulder for one flabbergasted moment, and then exclaimed, "I can't believe you get paid to look at horses all day!" I admit I should have been doing something more productive... I am the only production person in the place, after all. Har har.
But actually, I like looking at Haflingers! And I like dreaming of having one someday. I don't like having to kick sense into my head every day about the unrealisticness of having another horse right now. But I do it anyway. That's the kind of sport I am.
Zane & Tucker were tearing through the office playing today and Tucker bit Zane on the arm hard enough to make it all red and make him cry a little. I grabbed Tucker and make him lay down submissively and let Zane stand there beside me over him, but Zane spoiled it by leaning down and jabbing Daddy's knife (it was closed and locked) at Tucker's shoulder pretty roughly. So, there I was, holding onto Zane's arm to keep him from hurting Tucker, and trying to keep the "glare" on Tucker so he'd stay down in submission. Zane has some issues with hitting. It's pretty hard to talk to him because it's about impossible to understand what is going on in his head. It's pretty clear that he isn't trying to hurt because he cries and kisses me or hugs me when I tell him he's hurting me, but then he will pull it back and smack me again. Or Tucker. Or Shane. Or even himself. I would say it's a learned behavior but I have no idea where he is getting it from. Shane doesn't hit. I don't hit. Tucker can't hit. I don't think I've ever seen anyone around Zane hitting things. So, I don't know. I'm still holding out hope that it's a toddler thing and it too shall pass. He has a personality like me, I guess, where he gets really really frustrated when he wants to do something and physically can't, and I think that's where a lot of the hitting comes from. Frustration. Shane says its him testing his boundaries but I don't know... if it is, I haven't figured out how to set the fence right. Or something.
In any case, it sometimes amazes me that I want another one. A little bit.
I have two videos on my camcorder that I want to share, but I can't until I use up that disc, and I have ten minutes left on it. So, tomorrow I'll be able to get those up, I hope.
Zane is just too cute! The fun never ends.
12:28 a.m. - Thursday, May. 17, 2007
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