Today is Part 2 of Dinosaur and his Grandparents.Yesterday I posted about Dinosaur’s adventures with my parents.
Hubby’s parents, Grandma Lorraine and Grandpa Tony came up for the day and we had a nice bbq for lunch and pasta for dinner. But, Dinosaur was really testing his limits today, talking back to me and not following rules he knows he HAS to follow. I am sure he was thrilled to see his “Ganma” and “Ganpa”, but Mommy is in charge, NOT Dinosaur.
Like many of you have mentioned about your hubby’s, my hubby does not read my blog. He says he does not have the time and is convinced that I bad-mouth him. Little does he know that’s what twitter is for, LOL. In all seriousness, I wish he would show a little interest in my blog or not belittle my writing. Of course, he was probably mad at me for nagging him today. He FINALLY sprayed a bees nest right at the corner of our basement door, which is in the ground. But…he sprayed it during the day and the bees were on a war path, making it impossible to enjoy lunch and dinner outside.I try to be a nice and understanding wife, but he makes it so hard when he doesn’t listen and does this without thinking. How do all of you deal with hubby’s that don’t listen, do it their way, then mess things up?
While Dinosaur is NOT their first grandchild or grandson, he is loved deeply and very much wanted. Dinosaur has two older male cousins and a younger female cousin. Tony and Lorraine were over-joyed when we told them we were pregnant, it was a celebration a long time coming. Dinosaur sure has made up for the long wait with his energy and personality.
Being only three yeas old he is having a hard time understanding that daddy and Grandpa Tony are also Anthony’s. He calls them silly and says daddy is “daddy” and Grandpa Tony is “Ganda”
Dinosaur eating with Grandma, but making her a little nervous. Dinosaur has proved at an early age to take HUGE DINOSAUR BITES and be just fine. Grandma gets nervous with his monstrous bites. Sure I have had a few scares, which have turned out just fine, but he’s a dinosaur and dinosaur’s take BIG
bites of food.
Balboa waiting for food, because we don’t feed him (I’m being sarcastic, he’s holding out for human food. He is so spoiled.) He was our baby when I didn’t think I would ever become a mommy. Balboa has a special place in my heart and always will.
run washing machine if full
put away dried clothes
clean up disaster areas from Hurricane Dinosaur
clean windows and blinds
check batteries in fire alarms (from Sunday)