Boys will be boys

Middle nephew gets in trouble with me when he doesn't do what he's supposed to and is sent to put his nose in a corner. He decides to sit in the corner instead of stand. Eldest nephew walks by middle nephew and lets out a fart.

This mini-drama starts out like a bad bar joke.

Middle nephew thinks he did it on purpose and starts dragging eldest by the leg out of the kitchen and into the living room, causing eldest to hit his nose on the floor.

I'm containing the situation, no problem. Middle back into the corner, eldest crying while holding his nose.

Then littlest nephew, at two and a half years old, is trying to process what's going on and failing. He starts crying horribly. *headdesk*

Never a dull moment with the nephews.

Couch Time

I spent a lot of time talking with my mom today. I finally told her about going to see a psychologist a few months back* for diagnosis. She was more upset that I didn't tell her any sooner.

One thing that we giggled over is how me sitting and playing the piano 5-15+ hours every day for many years in a row never bothered her. It was when I would start talking non-stop about fractals and chaos theory that she would eventually separate from me, go back to wherever Dad was, and comment about how I can just keep going on and on and on about something that's above her head and causing her eyes to glaze over.

Mom also finally understands why I don't have any semblance of a panic response in a family emergency situation. I've always been her caretaker when it's come to things like that.

*Wow - I just noticed that was almost a year ago now.