....After having Angus and his mother over, uninvited, I had decided I would try to come up with excuses not to be available or let Jess play... this would all be MUCH easier if Angus wasnt always lurking around my home. I swear he smells my car or something. The minute we turn onto the street he is making a B-Line for our house, waving and screaming. I try to slump down in my car... hoping, PRAYING he gets called home... but No, instead he starts knocking on my van windows when I pull into the drive and yelling Jesse's name..... well this lurking has gotten so out of hand that I decided to be even more clever and come the back way home, however it doesnt change the fact that he senses us and comes running over before we can even get out of the car! He will be waiting on our front lawn for us, sitting on the sidewalk, or just hanging around outside until he sees my car. So avoiding him is obviously NOT possible......As soon as Jesse see's him his eyes light up and he begs me to let him play, and how can I refuse that!?! I mean, Angus is nice to him and it gives Jess a chance to have a friend... but oh how I wish it were someone, almost anyone else.
After the unavoidable its become routine that around 230 pm Angus can no longer wait to play with Jesse. I always tell him that Jess needs to finish his work first and then he can come out. So after stalling as long as humanly possible Jess bolts for the door. The usual rules are put in place, stay on the grass or driveway, no street or sidewalk, no backyard or house, and when I call your name you better answer! Mind you I am ALWAYS watching! (they just dont know it) So me being sneaky I am standing on the corner of the house and all the sudden Jess and Angus head for the street, I continue to watch... and Jess steps into the street..... "JESSE CURT SAMPLES, WHAT are you doing!?!" Angus nonchalantly answers "we are going to my house." I wanted to say Hell to the no, but I refrained and responded "well Jesse needs to ask and he didnt and he is NEVER allowed to go into the street." Jesse asks "mom can I go to Angus' house." "No, and since you broke the rules and went into the street you need to clean up and you get time-out for 4 minutes." He wasnt too happy about that, but I am NOT having this "I can do whatever I want attitude" So after his time-out I tell him he can play for another 10 minutes and explain AGAIN why he isnt allowed in the street... and he understands, so out he goes. A few minutes pass and he comes back and says they are all thirsty, so I give them juice boxes and some jelly beans (I heard somewhere that you should never feed things/people you dont want lurking so explain why I did it!?!) and send Jess on his way......
It is time to go in, but wait here comes his mom.... oh how I wish I hadnt come outside... so he comes over, I am friendly, she starts chatting and the older brother informs me he hasnt showered in like a week, she just laughs.... I am thoroughly disgusted. Then she notices Angus has jelly beans, I let her know I gave them all a bag to share and she takes them and starts eating them... no thank you, just eats them. I was trying hard not to laugh, and it sure does explain a lot. After standing there for about 5 minutes I excused myself and said we really needed to go in and guess who runs in first... Angus, I tell him that he needs to go home with his mom and he informs me he will be eating dinner at my house, and I told him kindly that wouldnt be happening and we could plan for it... he sighs and off he goes.
Oh goodness I really have no idea what I got myself into being kind to the neighborhood menace, but I can say that Jess always seems to enjoy playing with him. Until next time... be glad he isnt your neighbor!
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Lets play!
So now that you have "met" our wonderful neighbor Angus (aka Dennis the menace) let me start by telling you a little more about this child. He is always, and I mean always, covered from head to toe in dirt. He has no manners, but is sweet... and he thoroughly enjoys playing with Jess. After our lovely first meeting and his brother coming to wrangle him back in, I decided I dont want to let him in my house unless I have met his mother...... why do I torture myself?
Angus comes over again, ringing the doorbell as though it were the end of the world. I answer the door... "yes Angus".... he is proceeding to shove a dog (at this point I didnt know it was his) into my house.... "angus what are you doing?" "I want my dog to go inside, you can lock him up in your cage." "ummm no, your dog is NOT coming into my house, sorry." (lets his dog run away) "oh, okay well I will come in because I NEED to talk to Jesse." "Well Angus remember how last time you lied to me, this time I need a note from your mom or dad or I need to meet them." "Okay I will get a note...." about 5 minutes pass, and I cant say I wasnt hoping he just wouldnt come back. The doorbell rings again... not once, not twice (and it isnt as though I am not walking toward the door) but about ten times. I open the door and there he is, "My mom said no..." "well I will be taking Jess to the park in a few minutes maybe if you are still outside you can go with us." "OKAY!" and then he sits on my front porch waiting. Jess and I are ready to leave and he is walking with us, and I told him he cant just go he needs to ask his mom... so he goes to his house, and instead of using the front door as I had assumed he would he CLIMBS through his front window. Astonished I cant help but think, why!?! His mom comes outside and I walk across the street to introduce myself, she seems normal enough... and off to the park we go. We stayed for a little over an hour and I told them it was time to go home because Jess needed to eat dinner and Angus tells me he is going to stay at the park. I tell him no, you came with me you need to go home with me... at which he says, I am okay I am going to play with my friend michael. I tell him again he needs to come with me and he says no... so on the way home (the park is literally 2 minutes from my house) I stop at his house and inform his mom that he did not want to listen to me and that he is still at the park. I thought this was the end of the story...................
As I am cleaning up from dinner (its about 730ish now) the doorbell rings and its Angus and his mom! He opens my door and comes in and guess who follows!?! His mom! I couldnt believe it, they both just came in... no invitation, just HELLO! So me being gracious offer her something to drink and sure enough she accepts and has a seat on my couch. We continue on in conversation about how long they have lived here, the fact that she has 5 kids... yadda yadda yadda.... all while Angus is annoyingly throwing a ball against my wall. I inform him that if his behavior continues he will no longer be able to play inside and he says "Ill stop in a minute" his mom is JUST SITTING THERE! I couldnt believe it! and sure enough he continued to throw the ball! then he TELLS me he is going to spend the night, to which I quickly replied, no.... not tonight and not until you can turn on your listening ears... he argues with me and I tell him that maybe one day he can, but right now Jess and I have to leave so we will see him tomorrow. Luckily his mom seemed to get the hint and they left within five minutes.
I was flabbergasted! I couldnt believe the gall of that little boy and the fact that his mother was just letting him behave that way. I suppose that explains the fact that he is running the streets without shoes and entering into strangers homes. Dont get me wrong, his mom is very sweet, as is he... but it doesnt take away from the fact that at this point I wish that Jess had made friends with ANY other child!
Until the next time.... I hope you have enjoyed this little rambling of our crazy adventures. Continue to check back, there will be more!
Angus comes over again, ringing the doorbell as though it were the end of the world. I answer the door... "yes Angus".... he is proceeding to shove a dog (at this point I didnt know it was his) into my house.... "angus what are you doing?" "I want my dog to go inside, you can lock him up in your cage." "ummm no, your dog is NOT coming into my house, sorry." (lets his dog run away) "oh, okay well I will come in because I NEED to talk to Jesse." "Well Angus remember how last time you lied to me, this time I need a note from your mom or dad or I need to meet them." "Okay I will get a note...." about 5 minutes pass, and I cant say I wasnt hoping he just wouldnt come back. The doorbell rings again... not once, not twice (and it isnt as though I am not walking toward the door) but about ten times. I open the door and there he is, "My mom said no..." "well I will be taking Jess to the park in a few minutes maybe if you are still outside you can go with us." "OKAY!" and then he sits on my front porch waiting. Jess and I are ready to leave and he is walking with us, and I told him he cant just go he needs to ask his mom... so he goes to his house, and instead of using the front door as I had assumed he would he CLIMBS through his front window. Astonished I cant help but think, why!?! His mom comes outside and I walk across the street to introduce myself, she seems normal enough... and off to the park we go. We stayed for a little over an hour and I told them it was time to go home because Jess needed to eat dinner and Angus tells me he is going to stay at the park. I tell him no, you came with me you need to go home with me... at which he says, I am okay I am going to play with my friend michael. I tell him again he needs to come with me and he says no... so on the way home (the park is literally 2 minutes from my house) I stop at his house and inform his mom that he did not want to listen to me and that he is still at the park. I thought this was the end of the story...................
As I am cleaning up from dinner (its about 730ish now) the doorbell rings and its Angus and his mom! He opens my door and comes in and guess who follows!?! His mom! I couldnt believe it, they both just came in... no invitation, just HELLO! So me being gracious offer her something to drink and sure enough she accepts and has a seat on my couch. We continue on in conversation about how long they have lived here, the fact that she has 5 kids... yadda yadda yadda.... all while Angus is annoyingly throwing a ball against my wall. I inform him that if his behavior continues he will no longer be able to play inside and he says "Ill stop in a minute" his mom is JUST SITTING THERE! I couldnt believe it! and sure enough he continued to throw the ball! then he TELLS me he is going to spend the night, to which I quickly replied, no.... not tonight and not until you can turn on your listening ears... he argues with me and I tell him that maybe one day he can, but right now Jess and I have to leave so we will see him tomorrow. Luckily his mom seemed to get the hint and they left within five minutes.
I was flabbergasted! I couldnt believe the gall of that little boy and the fact that his mother was just letting him behave that way. I suppose that explains the fact that he is running the streets without shoes and entering into strangers homes. Dont get me wrong, his mom is very sweet, as is he... but it doesnt take away from the fact that at this point I wish that Jess had made friends with ANY other child!
Until the next time.... I hope you have enjoyed this little rambling of our crazy adventures. Continue to check back, there will be more!
Monday, March 26, 2012
Meeting the crazy neighbor child...
I think I can safely say that one of a mothers greatest yearnings for their child is to have friends to play with in the neighborhood. Think about it, it requires no traveling (to pick up or drop off), they can play outside (or inside), and when the day is over they live close enough to just say "see you tomorrow." <---insert audible sigh here!
Let me take you back to the day we got to meet our wonderful neighbor child, his name.... Angus. I swear when Matt referenced Dennis the menace it was hitting the head on the nail! Angus comes over and starts talking to us, covered in dirt from head to toe you would think this child hasnt had a bath in days (this is where I felt sorry for him), no shoes on, but the biggest smile you could imagine.... "awe he is cute, must be close to Jesse's age" were my thoughts to be exact... he is talking to matt and matt is actually humoring him... and then Jess starts to play with him (we think, wow this is nice, now Jess is busy.) Before we know it Angus is running into the garage, inviting himself into the house, and trying to take (at the time) one of our dogs home. Mind you, this is all the FIRST day we met! So I tell him today is probably not a good day, we are rather busy but would love to have him over again when we are settled. (someone smack me now for even saying that!) The next day comes and matt is off to work, and the doorbell rings... once, twice, annoyingly a million times... I open the door "Hi is your dad home" amused I tell him, "my dad doesnt live here," ...confused.... "oh well is your brother home," getting a kick out of it "no, my brother doesnt live here either." (Jess comes to the door) "isnt that your brother?" "no, that is my son Jesse," "oh, well I need to talk to Jesse and his grandpa." hahahahahahahaha, I know at this point I should have corrected him, but I couldnt help but feel slightly amused that he thought Matt, who mind you is only a couple months older than me, was my dad! I tell him thats not Jesse's grandpa its my husband and his dad, and he isn't home. He continues to invite himself in. As a mother this is where I started to wonder "where are his parents?" I could be some psycho child molester, and he is ringing a strangers doorbell and coming in to play!!!! o_O Strange if you ask me. I tell him that he needs to ask his mom or dad if he can come in and play... literally 2 seconds later he shows up and says his dad said yes, me trying to assure that Jesse will have friends lets him in.... upstairs they go in a flurry and I start hearing him slide and crash into the wall, toys are hitting the floor "BOYS... behave up there or Angus will have to go home." "OKAY" and yet the loud noises continued. The doorbell rings and much to my surprise a boy is standing there (he is clean) asking if Angus is here and saying he needs to go home... I introduce myself and he says that he is Angus' brother... I ask if Angus came home to ask if he could come in and play, and he tells me no...I mean, was I expecting to hear yes? I tell him that Angus told me his dad said it was okay, and his brother informs me that his dad isnt home because he works nights as well. As Angus leaves I tell him that the next time he comes to play I will need to meet mom or dad or he needs to bring a note........
Of course, he tells me okay.
Until our next adventure of the life of a child and our crazy neighbor.... my question is, in this crazy world what kind of parent just lets their child run a muck and enter a strangers home? I will give you that answer next time :)
Let me take you back to the day we got to meet our wonderful neighbor child, his name.... Angus. I swear when Matt referenced Dennis the menace it was hitting the head on the nail! Angus comes over and starts talking to us, covered in dirt from head to toe you would think this child hasnt had a bath in days (this is where I felt sorry for him), no shoes on, but the biggest smile you could imagine.... "awe he is cute, must be close to Jesse's age" were my thoughts to be exact... he is talking to matt and matt is actually humoring him... and then Jess starts to play with him (we think, wow this is nice, now Jess is busy.) Before we know it Angus is running into the garage, inviting himself into the house, and trying to take (at the time) one of our dogs home. Mind you, this is all the FIRST day we met! So I tell him today is probably not a good day, we are rather busy but would love to have him over again when we are settled. (someone smack me now for even saying that!) The next day comes and matt is off to work, and the doorbell rings... once, twice, annoyingly a million times... I open the door "Hi is your dad home" amused I tell him, "my dad doesnt live here," ...confused.... "oh well is your brother home," getting a kick out of it "no, my brother doesnt live here either." (Jess comes to the door) "isnt that your brother?" "no, that is my son Jesse," "oh, well I need to talk to Jesse and his grandpa." hahahahahahahaha, I know at this point I should have corrected him, but I couldnt help but feel slightly amused that he thought Matt, who mind you is only a couple months older than me, was my dad! I tell him thats not Jesse's grandpa its my husband and his dad, and he isn't home. He continues to invite himself in. As a mother this is where I started to wonder "where are his parents?" I could be some psycho child molester, and he is ringing a strangers doorbell and coming in to play!!!! o_O Strange if you ask me. I tell him that he needs to ask his mom or dad if he can come in and play... literally 2 seconds later he shows up and says his dad said yes, me trying to assure that Jesse will have friends lets him in.... upstairs they go in a flurry and I start hearing him slide and crash into the wall, toys are hitting the floor "BOYS... behave up there or Angus will have to go home." "OKAY" and yet the loud noises continued. The doorbell rings and much to my surprise a boy is standing there (he is clean) asking if Angus is here and saying he needs to go home... I introduce myself and he says that he is Angus' brother... I ask if Angus came home to ask if he could come in and play, and he tells me no...I mean, was I expecting to hear yes? I tell him that Angus told me his dad said it was okay, and his brother informs me that his dad isnt home because he works nights as well. As Angus leaves I tell him that the next time he comes to play I will need to meet mom or dad or he needs to bring a note........
Of course, he tells me okay.
Until our next adventure of the life of a child and our crazy neighbor.... my question is, in this crazy world what kind of parent just lets their child run a muck and enter a strangers home? I will give you that answer next time :)
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