i don't know if i ever posted this... actually i believe i didn't because i thought the internet would fail to get it and would judge my parenting (you all are anyway and actually i don't know that it bothers me anyway).
i'll set the scene, maybe then it will make more sense why sam drew a picture of himself beating me and it's okay.
in his lunch, i wrote a note as i often do that said to "do up your zipper, OR ELSE!" okay, going further back, sam refuses to do up his zippers. i guess it's just an extra step he can't afford to take at school when he's rushed for time at all times (that's because he's slow, but his teacher just doesn't respect that about him). i told him he's FARR TOOOO OLLLD to be going around town with his zipper down... and because he's forgetful, i wrote the note to remind him. yes, i threatened him a little. when he got home he asked me what the "or else" was and i told him... "knuckle sandwich" and we both laughed because it's absurd.
the next day i found this post-it'd to my bathroom wall:
he said he thought it would be insiprational. it wasn't; but it was hysterical, which is why i took a picture of it. that's clearly me with the curly hair... i'm being "kick-punched" by sam as a result of having not put up his star wars poster. it's my "or else."
anyway, i'm getting to really like sam's notes. he wrote quite a lengthy one to eli on friday that i orated to him and he was to record on paper. all it needed to say was "we're at grandma's, henry is with us, let the dog out to pee." but it said so, so much more. the first notable thing was him writing that eli should go and pick up henry from daycare (as though we would be leaving henry there and then going to grandmas, nice try). but a lot of it was really focused on what to do if when louie farted: if it was an egg fart do this, if it was a regular fart do that, where she should and should not fart, what the consequences of her farting in the house would be, and lastly, please record louie's fart behavior for him so he could review it when he got home.
sam is writing a series of movies... at christmas he got a blank black book... so far 102 pages of it (front and back) are the novel he's writing from which he will adapt the screen play.
he was bringing it to school every day to read to kids on the bus and during recess. he'd been getting a lot of feedback (written or otherwise) and a lot of requests from the girls to have their names used for characters in the book. the week before march break, i assume he was screwing around with it during class time, because his teacher took it. she told him that if he were good, maybe he could have it back monday. the problem is, monday was 10 days away because monday following her taking it was actually vacation. THAT. BITCH. i'm pretty fed up with her at this point. i had to write a note that did a lot of "insisting" and "always-ing." it's not like it was a set of wax teeth she took from him, it was, actually, his life's work.
anyway, it's back. but i can see that mrs. whatserface and i have a strained relationship now.
it was quite a nice weekend, and so we went for a walk in what is, decidedly, where people go for anonymous sex. i thought it was a bunch of bullshit, but i was wrong. i'll say no more. but here are some family, rated G pictures of the outing:
henry's up, i can hear him making dramatic noises in his crib. but quickly, some wide angle portraits of ol' lou:
henry says all of our names in the house... mama, papa, ditdit (sam, i don't know either)...
right now he's yelling maMAH! so i have to go.