The Jingle Monster

Howdy blog followers!

So much has happened since our last post! We've bought a car, opened up a restaurant and sold our souls to the Devil. Just kidding!

We have been home, like always. Except we've spiced things up at home quite a bit. We decided to take in a homeless child. He's pretty scrawny but we try not to tease him too much. He had a tough start in life, we found out some jerky kids pushed him into the train tracks before his foster mom rescued him from certain death. Since then he lived in a house with other foster boys and girls, but they were so needy. He needed a home of his own. So we took him in. So far he's done okay adjusting.

He doesn't play as much as we expected him to. We bought him all sorts of toys to take his mind off his old foster siblings being so far away in Brooklyn. Potty training has been interesting. I heard when kids have it rough they often mess their pants in order to show a sense of control over something. Well, our little buddy sure is testing us! But never fear, even new Dad Z is handling bodily fluids with the grace I'd always hoped of him.

He sure can be sweet, still too scared to sleep on his own, so we let him snuggle up between us at night. But boy do kids get up early!!! I hope the scampering doesn't wake the neighbors! We've found that if you just lock him into a room he lets all his crazies out... that's in one of those parenting books, right?

Most recently we've had two major incidents occur. We decided to make our new little guy a eunich. His voice was pretty sweet and youthful, but a little castration was all it took to get him singing all those high notes! Zane has signed him up for the local choir so he can get closer to Jesus. (Happy Easter by the way!)

Secondly, a nighttime goblin has begun to terrorize our little boy. I appreciate the fantastical imagination of a youngster, it shows great promise for an artistic future. But this creature is bordering on insanity. What has been happening is at bathtime in the evenings, the "Jingle Monster" comes round and harasses our poor guy until he can't take it anymore. He tries to locate the pesky noise but inevitably fails. If you stay real still you can evade his monstrous grasp, but the second you are lulled into a false sense of safety.... BAM! "jingle jingle"

So far our adoptive son has decided to lick the noise to death. He has its whereabouts pinpointed down to a small range of space just below his chin. Imagine if you will someone egging someone on "I bet you can't lick your elbow!" And you're all like "Yeah huh I could so!" and then you leave it at that but when you get home that night you totally get in front of a mirror and stretch your tongue until it hurts seeing how close exactly you CAN get to it. Yeah, that awkwardness. That is the only way to fight the Jingle Monster. Video forthcoming if Zane can handle his situation with the Technology Monster. It swings by and gives him the ability to capture moments on his phone and then... BAM! Memories get trapped on his phone never to be shared again.

So, that's all from the homefront. We're considering renaming the blog to reflect this great moment in our lives of growing our family. Hers & His & His? Duck, Duck, Kitty? Thoughts?

Oh yeah, our son is a kitty cat. April Fools! (I know it wasn't funny, but still, he's like a child.) Okay, now's your chance to "Awww" at how cute he is!!!