Another Saturday morning spent with coffee, maple bacon, and a stack of pancakes for the boys (Jax, Nathan, and Cade -Jackson's friend). My favorite breakfast meal. After the clean up, I figured that I would try to finish up power washing the fence so I could have Julie stain it later on this weekend while I am playing golf. I threw on my power washing uniform complete with my bleached Ireland hat and favorite cutoff Irish sweatshirt and managed to get half of the fence work done. Unfortunately, for me two things happened that prevented me from finishing what I had started. First, Julie had a hair appointment so I had to stop to watch the boys. Second, by the time Julie had returned, the Irish football game was coming on and I had to watch it. Luckily, it also started to rain which made me feel not so guilty about sitting on my butt.
Speaking of watching the boys (here we go again), Jules had left for the hair appointment so I decided to grab a quick shower and then settle down for some football and laundry duty. Jackson and his friend were busy watching Spider Man in the sunroom so I grabbed Nathan and headed off to the bathroom. I jumped in the shower and was enjoying the nice conversation I was having with Nathan who was busy trying to figure out how to put my deodorant on his face. At some point, I realized that this was a one way conversation with me being the only one in it. I called out for little Nater with no response. I suddenly had this bad feeling that he was somewhere that he should not be. I finished the shower in 1.2 seconds, half dried off and ran into the living room. Quietly playing in the sunroom were Jackson and Cade but no Nathan. The Terminater was nowhere to be found...in the house. I ran to the door leading to the garage, opened it and found that the actual garage door had been opened and Nathan was playing around in the garage by himself. Thankfully he had only managed to play around with a few garden tools. I actually scolded him about going outside without me or Julie or Jackson. He looked at me and knew he was in trouble. He held out his arms and when I picked him up he just started bawling. He wept and called for mommy (which really made me feel great). I took him back to the bathroom with me and he held on tight. I kind of felt like and idiot for not warning Jackson that I was about to get in the shower and to be on the lookout for Nathan.
Anyway, Nathan continued to do his sob/fake sob until I was completely dried off and dressed. I sat him down and we had a one on one talk about him not going outside without a parent and that it was dangerous. I then asked him in my fatherly stern voice if he understood me. Nathan calmly grabbed my hand and walked me out the bedroom door towards the kitchen. I said where we going bubba? He said "outside" and laughed. He's darn lucky he's cute.
3 comments:
Scary and have lol at the way he played you. I've told Jules, you need to do what we did and get chains or those hook things. We had two little houdinis.
It's either that or I have to place Nathan in handcuffs and leg shackles. Of course he is a magician and could probably get out of those too.
LOL its all good babe, just remember not to leave him alone and get up at 5am to shower before he gets released from his crib. lol
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