Monday, December 04, 2006
At this house, we have obsessions. They can last a short time and burn out quickly, or they can stick around for quite a while and I wonder when they will ever end.
The Door Man was obsessed with doors. He still is, to some degree, but when he was growing up, he would just open. and shut. and open. and shut. We used to joke that we were going to install a door frame on the wall for a Christmas present, and that would be all he would ever want or need that Christmas.
The Door Man is now a paper obsessed-fiend. He loves paper. All sorts of paper. And that paper has to have his writing on it. He writes all sorts of things: days of the week, months of the year, Happy this or that. I have to get on him constantly about leaving paper all over the house.
Queen Bee never really picked up an obsession. She just moves from one thing to the next, and really concerns me that she could technically qualify for ADD meds.
And now the Chandelier Monkey has an obsession: hulas.
Hulas are dresses or skirts, but mainly are dance leotards with twirly skirts.
She wakes up. She wants a hula on.
"Where's my purple hula?" she just asked not five minutes ago. "Is it dirty?"
"Honey I don't know but here's the deal: you can't wear a hula today unless you wear a shirt underneath because it is a whopping 17 degrees outside right now."
"I not going OUTside in my hula, Mommy! I wear it in house!!!"
She came back about 5 minutes later and said "MOMMY! I want hula on NOW!"
Well excuse me then.
Like I said ... obsessed.
"Ok honey ... just let me finish blogging and I'll get to you ... after I read about three other blogs."
What was that I was saying about obsessions?
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.
Trains and various states of undress