Wednesday, 25 September 2013

Five Minutes of Hunter

Hunter, the three year old, is usually pretty excitable.  That probably comes naturally given the fact that he is both three and a boy... and the youngest of four of course.  Tonight Geoff wanted to watch a couple episodes of How I Met Your Mother.  Fine.  Hunter was still up but we went for it anyway. 

The catalyst, other than the fact that we wanted to do something that did not involve him directly, was when he grabbed my root beer (from yesterday - ew) and chugged ... Then he was ON.  He has a piece of a Monster High Doll stand that he uses as a sword.  He was swinging and jumping and waaaay too close for comfort.  We still tried to watch the show.

Geoff and I were laying on the couch, I was on the outside. Hunter put something (I think it was an old "sword" that held bubble blowing stuff) in my hand and then fought with it.  All I had to do was hold it in one place.  We still tried to watch the show but he was getting more and more rambunctious. Finally I tossed that blue thing out of my hand out of fear he was going to impale me with his sword.  "But that makes me sad!" he cries.  So we paused the show and let him go. 

Within the span of about 4 minutes, he fought swords, posed for eighteen photos, jumped from the floor to the end of the couch, to the other end of the couch, ran around the ottoman, fought some more swords, back up to see Dad on the couch, posed for a few more shots and then miraculously... we were able to put him to bed.  I need my sleep, people.  That kid has energy.  And why shouldn't he?  He so obviously stole it all from me.

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