Saturday, January 28, 2012
We started watching Parenthood today. I cried four times in one hour. Okay. Five. I teared up when Lorelai started talking. Does that count? It wasn't what Lorelai said. It was simply that it was her. Apparently I have an unhealthy attachment to the Gilmore Girl Goddess. It's like she's been resurrected. Sure. Her name is different, she has two kids, and neither of them are Rory. But I know it's Lorelai. She's in there. I've missed her. It's like getting an old friend back. Thanks for listening.
In other news...
Hudson pooed in the yard this weekend. After this stunt, he immediately decided it was not his best idea of 2012. He started screaming bloody-dang murder. I ran out of the house in the direction of the screaming expecting to find him near death. Instead I found a panic-faced, pantsless kid. I could not even discipline him. His wide eyes said it all. This poo plan was half-baked. He hadn't really thought it through.
I've had some half-baked ideas in my life. Haven't you? The results have caught me just as wide-eyed and off guard.
Here's something they never mention in the parenting books: Most kids are going to poo in the yard a time or two. Especially if they are boys. Why do they insist on leaving all the important stuff out of the books? Why oh why oh why? If you write a parenting book an entire chapter should be set aside for this exact topic. The poo in the yard chapter should come right after the chapter on Sharpie markers.
On the trek back to the house Hudson filled me in on how "gross and be-sgusting" his behavior was. I only added a couple thoughts to the conversation. 1. That dogs make it look a lot more effortless than it really is and 2. I went ahead and talked back up the potty. You know. Just in case.
Hoping your weekend is the perfect mix of strange and beautiful. Those are still the best kind of Saturdays, are they not?
Long-live Saturdays. And Lorelai. And toilets. Especially toilets.
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