Sep 23 2008

Chooch, September 2008 Version

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My babe is 29 months old now. Twenty-nine fucking months, with the mouth of a teenager. He’s grown a fondness for belting out “Asshole parade!” in sporadic and inopportune intervals, but Blake and I have been working diligently to replace that with “bubble muffin.” Well, for a day, we tried. An hour. Whatever.

I may have accidentally tought him to lash out at objects that have hurt him. For example, he trips over a strewn shoe.

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After brushing himself off, he approaches the shoe which has bullied him, he kicks the shoe, he screams “Bastard!” at the shoe, he fake-shoots the shoe.

I am horrible at this parenting shit. Thank god for Henry, unweaving the tangled and very inappropriate webs I weave. I like to imagine him lunging at said web with a machete, playing out his dream role in motherfucking ‘Nam. Hack that web, Henry. Do it for the USA. You patriotic fuck, you.

At least he’s not saying “Hey douche” anymore.

What else does my evil little spawn do. He craves high-fives for car line-ups he creates on the floor. If it’s a particularly remarkable car-train, he demands a coveted High-Five:Foot Edition, which is where the soles of our feet bro-up with each other, obviously.

He has a considerable amount of hair now, thank fucking god. However, he has two tendrils on either side that exceed the rest of his hair in length. Sometimes those tendrils, they curve up into the perfect Dairy Queen curl and he looks like he emigrated from Whoville.

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And every day he begs to go to the “Ween Store,” which is the Halloween store for those who don’t speak toddler. We were at one last weekend, and when we aproached an excessive Halloween prop dragging its rotting cavity along the floor, Chooch grabbed my arm and, very earnestly, warned, “No, Mommy. Careful.” And no matter which Halloween store we’re patronizing, he always manages to find the mesh bag of plastic eyeballs and fills the store with his spoiled caterwaul when we tell him that unfortunately, a crack-addled hobo stole both of our wallets and now all of our money is being spent on Slim Jims and peg-legged hookers instead of bags of plastic optical party favors. Gosh darnit.

And while I love my son and his gigantor cranium, it is nice to have a job again, which affords me a few hours of peace at night.

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 But I don’t tell Chooch that’s where I go at night or he’ll expect me to buy an acre of eyeballs. It’s better to let him believe Mommy’s getting shit-faced at the corner bar.

11 comments

11 Comments so far

  1. Amelia September 24th, 2008 7:59 am

    OMG, look at him. He’s so handsome! And he’s got hair! Finally!
    xx

  2. Tuna Tar-Tart September 24th, 2008 8:49 am

    I’m so relieved!!

    I’ll be emailing you soon. It’s been too long.

  3. Alyson Hell September 24th, 2008 11:12 am

    Awww! There’s my little biker gang member!! “ORANGE!”

    “After brushing himself off, he approaches the shoe which has bullied him, he kicks the shoe, he screams “Bastard!” at the shoe, he fake-shoots the shoe.”

    *cracking up at this*

  4. Tuna Tar-Tart September 25th, 2008 10:51 am

    He is OBSESSED with motorcycles now!

  5. Kara September 24th, 2008 12:44 pm

    I miss that kid so much!
    I remember when you were all pregnant and the size of a house.

    I think Im coming back the weekend of October 12. You free then?

  6. Tuna Tar-Tart September 25th, 2008 10:49 am

    Oh my god, everyone insisted I was having twins! I don’t miss being pregnant. I remember seeing an episode of Baby Story and some bitch was crying in the hospital because she was going to miss her “bump” so bad. I wanted to punch her.

    I am free then! Freddy’s, holla!

  7. buenomexicana September 25th, 2008 10:38 am

    “However, he has too tendrils on either side that exceed the rest of his hair in length.”

    i love his jonny hairs!!!!!!
    also- i love that kid and his NORMAL size skull.

    i think you and henry are awesome parents. seriously.
    chooch is lucky to have you.

    of course- this is coming from the asshole who brings your kid candy and promised him a man-purse…

  8. Tuna Tar-Tart September 25th, 2008 10:47 am

    “he has too tendrils on either side”

    LOL. I guess I had mehoover on the brain when I wrote this!

    I wish Jonny still had hair like that!! Did you ever find a good picture of him for me to send to that lady?

  9. Tuna Tar-Tart September 25th, 2008 10:50 am

    Dude what is WRONG with me?? In another comment, I started typing “wait” instead “weight.” I am growing dumz0rz.

  10. nicole September 26th, 2008 9:51 pm

    Aw. It’s funny that he has such a mouth at that age.

    i think I was the same age when I had my Cabbage Patch doll and yelled to my mother in a department store that “some lady was trying to take my fuckin’ doll!” She complimented me on it and I thought she was trying to steal it. I used to mutter “asshole” at everyone who said hello to me, especially when they thought I was a “handsome little boy.”

    It runs in our family! :-D

  11. Tuna Tar-Tart September 26th, 2008 10:45 pm

    Ha! That’s so cute! I know it’s terrible, and I obviously am trying to make him stop, but there’s something about a small kid swearing that’s just SO FUNNY!

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