It’s getting warm around here. When it gets warm the bugs start to wake up and explore their world/mate. Right now the bugs that seem to be most eager to wake up and get going on mating/annoying me by excessive reproduction (I’m sure the same thing has been said about me) are carpet beetles. Crue LOVES carpet beetles. A lot. They are each so special to him and he takes them in as pets. A couple of weeks ago we found a lizard on the rug in the bathroom. After a neighbor boy came over to catch it for me (I’m not afraid of lizards I just get a little jumpy when they get jumpy. and when they get jumpy they run away from me and hide and die in my underwear drawer. It’s happened) Crue insisted on taking that in as a pet as well. I let it out that night though because I felt sad for it. When Crue woke up the next morning and discovered it was gone, he stripped down to his birthday suit and went out back to find it. All the while wailing. I should have invested in some sack cloth and ash for all the wailing and weeping and gnashing of teeth he was doing. He was so devastated. He was crying ‘wizud! I wub you! Pweese come back! Ahhhh!!!!!!’ over and over and over… so sad, but funny because who mourns in the buff?
Back to the carpet beetles… Crue found one the other day and thought he won the lottery. He came to me and said ‘Mommy! I found a pet cawpet beet-o. He’s so cute and he’s my fwend (friend). And his name is Mucous. And I need to find him a cozy home.’ Well, he found him a home (a red plastic cup) but mostly he carried him around and talked to him. There were conversations like the following going on all morning…
“Mucous, come-e-uh...” (come here)
“Mucous, we need to get you some pants on!”
“Mucous, yuh (you’re) tick-u-wing my awm!”
“Oh, Mucous! Don’t be a-fwaid sweety. I’ve got you, I’ve got you…”
“Mom, can Mucous come wiff us to Tawget?”
"Oh, yo-uh (you're) a witt-oh (little) cutie, awen't you, Mucous?"
Ryan and I found ourselves saying things like:
“Crue, put Mucous back in the cup!”
“Crue! No playing with Mucous in our bed!”
“Crue, does Mucous have his pants on yet? We’ve got to go!”
There's never a dull moment around here when there’s Mucous involved.
7 comments:
Oh, Natalie...I am just laughing my head off...and so is my Kayty!!! YOU should have taken the Creative Writing class I thought I would be so good at!!! My teacher would have loved YOUR work!!!!!
Read this an hour ago...still laughing...
I am digging the turquoise speedo you so tastefully drew on Crue! :)
That is so Crue, love it! Ellie is the carpet beetle lover in our house. They love the upstairs bathroom and this morning Ellie found 3 to set free in the back yard. =)
i can't decide is pearl and crue need to get married or if they're twins separated at birth.
How lucky am I that I got to meet mucous! I love that Crue....LOVE HIM and his little accent.
"no playing with mucous in our bed!!" That has to be cross-stitched on something, that was hilarious!
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