Monday, October 09, 2006
Nicknames: The Door Man Edition
His is really obvious, if you know him IRL. He is OBSESSED with doors. It has abated for a while, but we were able to catch glimpses of the Door Man over the weekend at my brother's camper. DM stood at the camper door, opening and shutting it, going into the bathroom, running around the camper, only to return to that door.
When he was little, that was all he would do. We would always joke that we were going to give him a fake door in the hallway, just so he could open and shut it to his heart's desire.
And of course, his actions have now hurled him into the potential career of being a hotel or ritzy apartment door man.
But the height of DM's career was when we were at Robin's house for a parade. And all DM would do was open all the doors he could find, including the refrigerator.
He still does it today, of course. He loves to open the door to the Chandelier Monkey's preschool. But the best is when he jumps out of his seat in the van, slams his door shut, and comes running around to my door, and opens it for his Mommy.
That is not an obsession. That is chivalry.
posted by Knitting Maniac at 11:00 PM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
A shout out to my new renter
Technologically challenged
Where in the BLEEP did my weekend go?
The Pink Diary's Statistics
Only 13 more hours
In 24 hours
TT # 13
Unce, Tice, Free Hundred Times a Mady
Fun with Food
Pass the Torch Tuesday
6 Comments:
Ahhhhh! Sweet!
Sounds a little like my boy (#1)...but he only opens the REFRIDGERATOR door.
Whenever he gets home.
When he's bored.
The other day, I said "Son, are you hungry?" as he's staring into the depths of the fridge. ANd he says "No, MOm. Why?"...Ummmm, you're staring into the fridge?
I just don't get it.
Found you on Blogger Chicks. I enjoy your writing! Have a great week...
Sounds like my nephew. He HAS to be the one to open and close the door. If not, he has a complete meltdown. His sister will purposely open a door first to get a reaction out of him. It's kind of funny.
Kailani ... oh my gosh! That is DEFINITELY the DM. He has been known to almost run over the Monkey just to get to the door first. I am glad to know that DM is not a phenomenon.
I would definitely claim, "chivalry." What a sweet boy!
Aww, now that is so sweet. Definitely chivalry, definitely.
Post a Comment
<< Home