Corwin had a hard day today. Mom had them out playing soccer in the yard where she made them run around while she sat on the bench as goalie. Then Corwin went swimming so he was tuckered out by the end of the evening. He watched a bit of TV after we got home but was comatose by 8:30. Charles, on the other hand, was bouncy boy.
I had a bit of a scare with him. He went in to watch TV after Corwin crashed. I checked on the show and it was When in Rome, an Olsen twin’s movie. Of course, I immediately searched the channels for something more intellectually stimulating and found Pokémon. Charles was not happy about the change and was mollified only when I switched back to the Olsen twins. The horror, the horror…
But there’s hope – Charles got tired of it once it went to a smoochie scene (not too explicit, it was the Olsen twins). So I provided Charles with a selection of DVDs and he picked out Dance with the Teletubbies.
Charles watched that for a bit while I washed some of his sippy cups. But I wanted to get Corwin up before he wet the couch so I sent him up to bed with some serious prodding (“No, Corwin, that’s not the clothes hamper, it’s a garbage can”). Then I hauled Charles up. At first he was happy — he got into Mom’s bed and curled up on her backrest pillow and then insisted on having the covers pulled up around him while I turned off stuff downstairs. When I came back up Charles was sufficiently rested and was ready to go back for some more Teletubbies. I told him that we were done for the evening and he just collapsed, crying, at the top of the stairs. I tried to put him in bed but he’d just crawl out, heaving himself to the floor. After a bit he would hold out his little hands piteously to me so I had to pick him up. Then I had to put him down as he spasmed with the realization that Dad wasn’t going to take him back down stairs. Eventually he wore out and went to sleep. Still, he does take a very cute picture. 