All alone

Once again, my son and I will be all alone. Totally un-supervised. We’ve done it before, and this time, we’re really gonna live it up. Now that I know I can keep a small child, and myself alive without anyone else around, I plan on throwing caution into the wind, and really living it up. I have yet to come up with a full schedule of events for the D man and myself, but one can only assume they include a lot of chicken wings, and sippy cups full of beer. He too will have a sippy cup, but I’ll just give him milk, or water. maybe beer, we’ll see if he’s a good boy or not. We of course will miss his mommy, but it’s only for a few days. I’ve promised to let him have a bunch of parties when he’s in High School, if he just sleeps in while I’m alone with him. Not sure he knew exactly what i was talking about, but I think he got the picture. The only thing that worries me is Cuisine. He’s an emotional rollercoaster when he gets home from daycare, ranging from super excited to see us, and the dog, to being really pissed off about having to come in. Usually a sippy, and some snacks calm him back down, and he can begin tearing the house to pieces. Our system is pretty solid. One of us keeps him occupied, holds off his hunger with just the right ammount of snacks, keeps him from killing the dog and other fun things, while the other gets everyones dinner ready. Most often, I do dinner, so being alone at this time, is the one time that is gonna keep me on my toes. I’ve got a pretty good idea on some quick meals for the two of us. This time, no grilling, or grill fires, and we should be all set. obviously the pizza dude will help us one night.
He’s been learning to use a fork, with mixed results. Some things he gets right away, others, not so much. The problem is, he now only wants to eat with the fork, and he kinda sucks at it. Things that just a week or so ago were being picked up with his fingers, and thusly shoved into his mouth, need to be stabbed at repeatedly with a little kid fork. Pretty much no matter what it is, he tries to fork it up. Take corn for example. Each individual kernel gets stabbed at, and with each miss, he gets more and more pissed off. This makes it interesting, but very entertaining to say the least. All I can ask for, is that over the course fo the next few days, he doesn’t become self aware, and turn the little kid fork on his master (me). So if no blogs show up after a week or so, I’ve been stabbed to death with a cute little fork, and the D Man is on the loose.