The Perry files

I hope you enjoy this stroll down memory lane as I take you through many of the crazy and humorous things that Perrin has done. I think I will start with the story of the baby birds. Early one morning while I was 6 months pregnant with Penny I was laying in bed semi conscious and heard an odd sound. It wasn't to much longer when I realized it must be Perry and I had to get up and see what exactly was happening. As I entered the living room my 2 and 1/2 year old was standing next to an empty egg carton with the last egg in his hand. I raced to him with all the grace of a hippo on roller blades. When I finally got to him I was laying on the floor covered in egg goop and I still missed the last egg. In later years as Casey and I reflected on that awful morning of the egg mess Perry over heard us and said he remember doing that. He also said that he remembered learning about baby birds and felt bad for the baby birdies in those eggs, he was freeing the birdies. I have also learned that it is better to watch the last egg drop than splash through egg slim to try to save it.
Our next tale of misfortune and adventure began before Penny was born. Perry had a bad habit of climbing our chain link fence. It wouldn't have been that bad except we lived in a duplex and he was climbing into our neighbors yard and bouncing on their trampoline and letting out there dog and even going inside there house to watch some cartoons. T.V. must be Better at there house. Lucky for us, our neighbors were our friends and they would return him to us.
Shortly after Penny was born I was sitting on the couch feeding the baby and watching Perry play in the back yard. The Slidding glass door was shut but he was having a good time and could open it if he wanted. Casey was working nights and so he was sleeping back in our back bedroom. I was really enjoying watching Perry, smiling and waving. Soon he decided it was time to climb the fence and visit our neighbors. I began yelling, as I was feeding a baby and could not get up fast enough to stop him. Casey heard my cries and rushed to help. As he ran into the room and discovering the problem he sprinted to the door and ran full speed into the still shut slidding glass door. It scarred Perry enough he never climbed the fence again. Casey and I (more me than he) still get a good chuckle out of that story.
Perry has one great story of true jealousy. I could tell he was feeling a bit left out after Penny was born. So one day when Penny had fallen asleep during dinner I told him as soon as we got the table cleared we would spend time together just the two of us. Just as we nearly finished clearing the table Penny woke from her nap so I had to go get the newborn and give her a quick diaper change. While I was doing this Perry grabbed the honey bear we had just opened and sat down on the couch where he emptied the entire thing on himself and he couch. Our couch absorbed much of the honey and consequently we had to get rid of the couch. I scrubbed that couch but still every time the living room hot to warm honey would seep up.
The last story happened at bath time. Perry had to be 3 or 3 and 1/2 I had just put him in the bath and he was doing good. I went to go do something, bad idea despite him being big enough, When I got back he had emptied 4 containers of kids shampoo (I had gone to Costco) and one kids conditioner into the 3 to 4 inches of water in his bath. He was so slimmy. What a mess and what a waste. He was happy and really enjoyed his slimmy bath.
To all you parents or to those who will be parents, don't get angry when your child does something bad. Look for the creativity in there destruction and enjoy the mess. It is more fun to clean up while smiling and trying to understand what they were doing than to clean up all angry because they weren't acting like an adult.