Family Time

My husband started a new job this week which allows him to be home in the evenings with us. We are all used to him working over nights and resting during days. This is a pleasant change for our family.

We have sat down at the dinner table and enjoyed meals together and then evening quality time. 

Paul Michael likes to play in the evening; he gets very hyper before bedtime. He is developing a very rough side. He slams back and forth and throws his toys like he is apart of the World Wrestling Federation.  It is quite amusing.

The husband was trying to show Paul Michael how to use his baby hammer. He was walking around banging on the toys and the walls and the furniture etc. He kept saying, “Look Paul Michael, look at Daddy using your hammer. This is how you do it, bang bang bang…”

A few days of this and I think Paul Michael finally caught on…

I heard screams coming from the octagon play yard (which we like to refer to as, Paul Michael’s gated community) and I quickly turned my head to see PM using his hammer in a rapid manner on his Daddy’s “parts”.

Husband jolted up and jumped out of the gated community with a look of hurt on his face. 

“Are you okay, Husband”, I tried to say without laughing.

Just in the past three days my husband has got a batmobile dropped on his head, a piano thrown against his ear and then roughly beaten in the family jewels.

Poor guy.

“Do you remember months ago when you made PM eat those baby peas when he was obviously not enjoying them? I think this is some form of retaliation.”

I'll remember this and one day you will pay...