Is That Guy Dead?

Day Three of the Daddy Chronicles:

Day 3 started off at 5am – I squeezed another half hour out of Jillian.  I even managed to make it through the morning without any puke on my shirt.  The morning was fairly uneventful, and today I was only 30 minutes late for work.  I don’t want to get cocky, but I’m starting to get the hang of things.  I’m not ready to claim Super Dad status or anything, but I am getting in touch with my Mommyness.  Hopefully I didn’t jinx myself.

Nothing crazy, or even funny happened today.  I know… boaring.  We did watch some more History Channel, but this time it was a show about Halloween costumes and haunted houses.  I had to repeatedly answer NO to questions like: “Is that real blood?”  and “Are vampires real?”  and “Is that guy dead?”  I hope they don’t get nightmares. 

I did get a pleasant surprise from Isaiah tonight.  When I asked him to clean up the toys in the basement, he responded with a simple “Why?”  This is the quintessential question every child asks hoping their parents feeble minds are unable to actually break the complex explanation down to simple terms the child will understand.  The objective is to get the parent to simply acquiesce to a perceived lack of understanding and do the task themselves.  I was on to his tactics, though, and explained that it was difficult to walk through the room without being permanently disabled by the minefield he had created.  However, he parried my blow with another often used, but effective strategy of just staring at the TV.  I left the room thinking I had lost the battle yet again to the infamous Diego.  However, when I had returned to the room some time later, he had actually cleaned it up!  Ha victory!  Blind them with reason – they have no defense.

I took the rest of the week off to lighten the burden.  If I get all the kids all off to childcare and school, I may even get some downtime, not that I’ll know what to do with myself.

Check back soon for more updates.  Something crazy is bound to happen, after-all, we are Lauers.

P.S. One quick cute thing to add.  Tonight when I was cleaning poop out of Harrison’s underwear he deflected my frustration with the following monologue…

Daddy, I love you!  I’ll love you forever.  I’ll love Mommy forever, too!

I’ll have to admit, it worked – he’s got that play it cute routine down.  It makes it hard to be angry at him for long.