Friday, June 27, 2008

These Boots Were Made for Walkin'!

Last night, as we were getting dinner ready, I heard Kendall go out the basement door. Within seconds, I heard Noah wimpering, "Wait for me, Kendall! Wait for me!"

Now, I knew that he didn't have any shoes down by the basement door. And it had rained , so the ground was muddy...and where we go out the back door under the deck is all stones right now, so I wondered what on earth his solution would be. Just as I was pondering this, I heard the back door open and close. I looked over my shoulder, out the window, and saw him heading to the chicken coop...wearing his Daddy's work boots. It was so funny, I can't even tell you. The pictures do not do this scene justice! The boots come all the way up to his little knees, and he had to pick his feet up really high just to take a step. Don't you know, he walked all the way out there in them, arduous though it was...just so he could hold the chicks?

The problem was that dinner was ready, and we told the kids that no, they couldn't hold the chicks right now and to come in for dinner. So Kendall locked the gate and came in. Good girl! But Noah, well...he gets his one-track mind on something and that's it!! He got all mad that she locked the gate and threw himself down on the muddy, wet ground and laid out there throwing a fit for about 15 minutes. No, I am not exaggerating. He laid out there, rolling around in the mud, wearing his Daddy's boots, for all the chicks to see...making a complete spectacle of himself. And we ignored him. That's right, we just left him out there, doing his thing, and went about eating dinner. This is the only way to deal with him when he gets like this. Nothing you can do will stop it anyway, and we don't want to give him attention for that behavior. So, we sat down, ate dinner, and watched him throw his fit. Finally, when he realized no one was coming for him, he got up, put the boots back on, and made his way up to the house, still sobbing and repeating, "I want to hold the chicks...", but calmed down quite a bit. Here he is on his way up to the house... Notice the boots are now on the wrong feet...didn't bother him at all!Once he got into the house, he was pretty much fine. He just wanted me to hold his hand while he was eating. He's funny. I'll tell you, there's never a dull moment around here, and that's the truth!

Oh yeah, let me give a shout-out to my friend Deetra, who has just started blogging. Please join me in welcoming her to our little corner of the blogoshpere! Check her out here!


territerri said...

What a funny little guy! I could picture him trying to trudge around in those boots as I read your description. He's so cute!

M, J, B, G, Sam & Sadie said...

Hey there! I've known for a while that we have a lot of friends in common...and I figured it was high time I get my bloggerbutt over her to your site and check you out! Cute story! I can't wait to read more...

Deetra said...

Ok, now I see why you were laughing so hard when we were on the phone. Little Noah is a hoot! Also, thanks for sending your friends over to my blog. I've had a couple of nice comments from them!

Kuckie said...

Terri- He's just as cute (and as ornery) as he can be! He keeps me on my toes, for sure!

J - Hey, me too! Glad you stopped by...I've been checking out your blog here and there...nice job and very impressive with your workout/diet! You go, girl!

Deetra - You are not kidding, but then you get to see what I deal with every day, don't you? Glad we're good for a couple of laughs!!

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