People

We like people.

For over one month, literally every day, we were either visiting someone, or someone was visiting us. Usually, I would be arriving home at the same time someone was coming to visit. Or someone was coming to visit a couple of hours after someone else had just gone home.

We just returned home from RI, and the last three days have been visitor-free.

I am bored.

And lonely.

Poop and Showers (and Thank You Cards)

Out of all the people in the universe whose home we could have stayed at, somehow we ended up at the future bride and groom's house.

In a camper.

In their backyard.

So while they had a wedding (and rehearsal dinner and after-wedding gift-opening party) to prepare for, they also had our huge family to contend with.

I think we were mostly annoying-free. We stayed outside. Except to (ahem, poop and) take a shower.

So I wrote a thank you card to the bride and groom.

S saw it sitting on the table, and she drew a card of her own. Is that not the cutest bride and groom you ever saw!?

Something Must Have Happened in RI

Dinner Guest Rule: Know What Kind of Meat You are Serving! :)

Z is a social kid. And sweet. And very curious. He loves people, and he loves people to love him. The problem is, he wants SO badly for people to like him that he sometimes gets carried away with his absurd statements and curious (obnoxious) questions.

He said, to a single (wishes he wasn't) bachelor, in a circle of a bunch of people, "You're nobody's dad." And the man, trying to ignore him, turned away from Z. Of course, Z, thinking the man didn't hear him, only began to restate the fact; "You are NOBODY'S dad!" If the man didn't annoy me so much with his own social ineptness, I might have more quickly pulled Z away.

I did pull him. Just not very fast. I am mean.
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We had a friend over for dinner. Z not only announced every. single. time he farted, he also burped (and excused himself), and asked, "R, what did you bring for dinner? What did you make? How come you didn't bring anything?" And while I told her not to bring anything, Z apparently thought she should have at least brought him some dessert! :)

(Our friend did, however, bring dinner for the next night, and Z was thankful the rest of the week, as we had leftover lasagna almost every day.)

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Z has a habit, only when new people come over, of announcing his every move. "Hey, Scott! I am brushing my teeth lying down! Hey! I am walking across the kitchen floor. HEY! I just cleared my throat!" And so on. And while I continually try to teach Z the ethics of social annoyances, he doesn't understand why everyone wouldn't want to know that he "just peed in the hallway bathroom" or that he "just hit his elbow on the table".

I often pull him aside, and say, "Z, we can talk about farts with family and some friends, but not with just any ol' body." Or "Z, we usually don't talk about going pee with company". Or "Z, sometimes it is annoying for people to hear your every thought."

But then I remember, um, he probably gets his social talents from me:

I announce farts. And talk about how I almost peed my pants. And while I don't usually ask our guests why they didn't bring dessert, I have fed them meat without knowing exactly what kind of meat it was. Who does that!? And I might not announce my every move, but I do run my mouth ALOT, and I forget to listen to other people, and most of the time, the things I am saying are just not all that necessary. So, the boy really doesn't have a chance. Unless he starts learning from his dad.

Sorry boy. You're toast.