Yeah I haven't written on here for oh... lets say about two years. I thought that what I was writing wasn't very interesting and I was intending to give it all up as a bad job. The only reason I am back on here writing is that my son, Knight, is up and won't go to sleep without a lot of crying and screaming. I would usually let him do this, but because my husband is trying to sleep so he can work early tomorrow, I decided to let the little squealer play and stay up late with me. So far he has played with his toys, the phone, my flip flops, my hair and shakes his head "no" when I suggest we go to bed. Interestingly, Knight doesn't pull on my hair when he plays with it. He just runs his little fingers through my long strait locks.
I'm not always intentionally up late at night. It's my son's fault. The saying that you never get a full nights rest ever again after you have kids is totally true. I think that sometimes these little angels are up there spying on us before we have them. I can just imagine them all together in a group, making bets on who is going to make their mommy cry first, or who is going to give their mommy a sleepless night, or who is going to spit up the most on their mommy or daddy. I can see them wringing their delicate little hands and giving that evil guy "mwa ha ha haaa" laugh that Disney seems to have every villain do.
Ever notice that in almost every Disney show out there, the bad guy almost always dies? I've come to realize that we and our kids watch that, and some kids come to expect some sort of tragic evil thing to someone that they consider "evil". "The Little Mermaid"- Ursula gets a pointy piece of a boat rammed into her gut. "Beauty and Beast"- Geston falls screaming from the top of the castle. "Tarzan" and "Oliver Twist"- Clayton and Sykes hang themselves. I think the most common way for a Disney villain to die is falling from some place high. It's that way with a lot of Fairy Tales, but Disney has integrated it into most of their stories that aren't even from Fairy Tales. I had a teacher in middle school, that some of us called the "Pregnant Leprechaun" because he was short and looked like he was preggers. Anywho, he wasn't very nice to some of us LDS kids, me included, and I remember looking at him sometimes and willing that fate would work it's justice and the "Pregnant Leprechaun" would meet his doom in some horrible, yet acceptable way. It never happened. It could be that he never had an evil laugh or sang a song about how evil he was, revealing his plans.
Thinking about it now, I've come to realize that my dad sort of has an evil chuckle. It's not mwa ha ha haaaa! It's silent. Over the years of teasing me and my siblings, especially me and my sisters, he refined it to be silent, so he could continue to tease us, getting us more and more angry, without his evil laugh giving himself and his intentions away. My dad would get us so riled up sometimes, that we would burst into tears, or into fits of swearing, or into a flurry of fits. My poor mother had to console us and tell my dad to knock it off because she was the one that had to deal with it. When she got mad, my dad would then work on her because back then, my mother wasn't in control of her temper towards my dad when he teased her. I later found out from some guys who had offended me and I had lost my temper with, that sometimes females become very appealing to their men when they are angry at them. I was floored. Really? You got me so mad that I don't want to touch or look at you, because you think I look hot when I'm pissed? My husband confirmed this later when I asked about it. Brian didn't admit to it in words, but with a sly, side smile.
But on to a more, less serious subject. Well it's late and I can't think of anything else. Besides I just got my son to bed and I'm going to sleep as much as I can. Yay, pacifiers! Mwa ha ha haaaa!