On a show as goofy (and sometimes blasphemous) as "King of the Hill" I am often surprised by the truths that are presented by the characters. It’s usually done by accentuating the absurd — through the "back door," so to speak; but it’s still there. I have no idea if the writers are trying to teach or just be funny. It’s my guess they just think it’s a good line.

But here’s a line from an episode I saw today.

Hank Hill wants to put on a haunted house so the kids can have a good time. Another character, Junie Harper, manages to not only shut down his h.house, but also gets a curfew implemented on Halloween. At one point, she’s at the Hill’s house accusing them of being Satan lovers. This prompts Peggy to respond with the following….

"Now you listen here, Junie Harper! I have raffled and bingo-ed and bake saled my way as close to the good Lord as you!"

I think it speaks for itsself.

Ethan is often up before me in the morning.  I mean, I’m usually AWAKE; but he’s UP and ready to go (much like his father).  I’m NOT a morning person, and am usually still coming to terms with the fact that another day has dawned when he comes bouncing into our room with "HI DADDY!" 

Tim:Shhh, Ethan…. let Mommy rest.    "No… Ethan talk Mommy."

Me: Tim, I’m awake.  It’s okay.

And so most days begin.

But this morning Tim left before either of us was up.  I was awake, but not wanting to be, with my back to the bedroom door.  Shortly after hearing the front door close I "sensed" a presence behind me; and it sounded like it was breathing through a pacifier.  I thought, "Let’s see what he does."

I could tell he was thinking about what to do as well.  Then pretty soon he grabbed the sheets and my jammies, and started hauling himself onto the bed.  He was grunting and really working at it.  Soon I had a foot on my ribs, and as he lost his balance his whole body fell on my head.  He picked himself up, stepped on my breast, another foot went in my gut, and he flopped over onto Tim’s side of the bed.  Then he put his face RIGHT next to mine and whispered VERY quietly, "Mommy, wake up."  Guess he thought he’d let me wake up slowly.

I do LOVE the subtlety of a 2 year-old. 

I’ll tell ya… I am so SICK of being a computer moron!  I sat down a few minute ago to put up another post about Ethan (cute thing that he is) and just HAPPENED to notice on the "dashboard" of the blog management page that there were comments waiting for me to moderate (approve that they be posted or delete them).   In fact, there were 133 comments awaiting moderation!  Holy cow!  I had thought that I would get e-mails when there were comments for me to approve.  So all this time I’ve been thinking that no one loved the Piggs and no one cared…   Not really.  I just figured no one but my mom bothered to write comments.  (Apparently I approved all comments from her a long time ago and have since forgotten the procedure.)      So now I’ve approved the 9 REAL comments (including one from myself!) and deleted as spam the 124 Cialis/ Viagra/ Vicodin/ etc. ads. 

Hopefully I’ve learned from this experience and am less a computer moron than 10 minutes ago.    (sigh!)     

I keep forgetting to post this.  But it’s pretty cute.  Quite a few weeks ago just for kicks and partly because we were trying again to get pregnant, Tim said to Ethan, "Ethan, do you think we should have a baby come live at our house?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want a boy or a girl?"

"No, a BABY!"

"Oh, okay.  Well, do you want a baby boy, or a baby girl?"

(Eyes rolled to the ceiling, index finger went to the chin, a thoughtful expression came over the small face) and he said, "mmmmm…. I neeeeeed…… a baby gwirl."

 We both thought it was so funny the way he did it.  And that he said NEED, not want.

Later it occurred to me that "gwirl" is also how he says "squirrel."   It brought to mind my cousin Lindsey’s daughter who was convinced that her mother was going to have a calf.  Until her sister was born, and even for a short time AFTER, you could NOT convince the child that Mommy was having a baby and not a calf.

 So we’ll see what happens.

Ethan is beginning to learn that "Sorry, Mommy" doesn’t always fix it — no matter how sweetly it is said. 

Originally I taught him to say it in the attempt to teach good manners.  But within a week he was beginning to abuse the sentiment.   At first he would do something sure to guarantee a spanking or a time-out, see my angry face and body language and quickly say, "SorryMommy, sorryMommy, kisskisskiss!"  (I left out spaces on purpose, he said it so fast.)  And I would often forgive.  

Now after a couple months he’s become more sophisticated and usually says VERY contritely, "Soorrrrry, Mooooooommmmmmy."  The head goes down and the eyes look up through the eyebrows and everything.   It’s actually very funny. Therefore also very hard to punish, even when you KNOW he doesn’t mean it sometimes.  Sometimes I think he really DOES mean it, because he changes behavior.   But of course there are other times when he gets in trouble anyway because sometimes sorry just isn’t enough.  And for the last few days I’ve been saying, "If you’re really sorry, then DON’T do it AGAIN!"

So the newest incarnation is the above contrite apology, with "Not Adain!" tacked on to the end. 

Oh brother!

What’s a parent to do!?  Keep at it, I guess!  At least we hardly ever hear anymore, "NOT SORRY!"  So that’s some consolation.