felt like a character from a tv show? Say like Lynette from Desperate Housewives, circa last season. You know, when her kids, including the boy twins, were out of control and wreaking havoc thru the neighborhood?
Met our new neighbors today. Cindy (the mom) and Parker ( the son, 3.5 yrs). They moved here from the Golden State, the San Fernando Valley area. I was outside trying to get a Christmas card worthy photo of my children. Actually just finishing up. She came over and introduced herself. Tried to have an adult conversation with her. Of course her child is standing perfectly still and silent right next to her. New to the area, no comfort zone yet. My children are: arguing over a basketball, throwing the props from our photo shoot and screaming at the top of their lungs, or so it seemed to me. Then mysteriously Jake gets out. He takes off across the street, bounding and running all the way. I am still trying to maintain some degree of decorum with the new neighbor. Ebby gets the leash and a treat. She is now crying hysterically, calling Jake and running from yard to yard, sobbing. Cuyler is hiding behind the gas truck. Will has helped himself to the contents of our mailbox and has gone inside to thumb thru the latest Lillian Vernon kids catalog. Finally we get Jake back on his leash (thank you Cindy) and Cuyler comes out from the gas truck. Only to move on to abusing a young tree in the cul-de-sac and throwing pine needles. I finally have to take my dog and my hellion child and retreat to the oasis that is home.