The Legend of the Cursing of Chickens and Commando Rock!!

Once upon a time about ten days ago DeAndra was walking through the woods. These weren't just any woods, they were gypsy voodoo magic woods.
DeAndra didn't know that they were gypsy voodoo magic woods and accidentally kicked repeatedly one of the chickens that belonged to a gypsy witch thing. The witch lady was so mad, she came out of her witch's house and yelled "I curse you with a pox on your chickens!!"
DeAndra just laughed and said "Ha! Joke's on you because I don't have any chickens! Only a little boy, so HAHA!"
"A little boy huh? That will work."
"D'Oh!"

That pretty much explains his malaise and crankiness the last couple of days. The poor guy hadn't been happy lately, and he will wake up in the middle of the night screaming and obviously irritated by something. He will only relax when you rub and scratch his back, so we've been having long nights.
I think he's starting to feel better though, because he seems to be happier.

He noticed that he wasn't getting the same attention as when he was ill, so he still has been acting sick to recoup the lost attention.
We like giving him attention more when he is cute and happy, and looking like this.
Blog Entry Part Two: Commando Rock

But not the commando that you are thinking of, you sickos!! We can't put 'artistic' pictures of Rock on the blog since we are getting too close to Baby Girl Scoresby being born. He doesn't want to give her too many free previews...that whole cow and milk for free thing. Anyways, back to Commando Rock. Recently Rock has gone through major training to finish his Green Beret preparation. This round of training involved becoming proficient in small arms and weapons.






/>The next part of his training involved teaching him how to be very,very sneaky. You cannot underestimate the sneakiness.


Next came the obstacle course. He had to scale the Wall of Slippery Books to imitate climbing over a jungle compound's mossy walls. He dominated it.


His final assignment was to learn how to give hot stone massages to the enemy, then to bash in their heads with the super heated rocks. Let's hope he never teaches this technique to Mommy, she might feel inclined to use it on clients that are poor tippers.

Rock's Tough Week

Some of you may have heard, but Rock's had a tough time this past week. First of all, his Mommy took her childhood frustrations of never owning a slinky out on him. Poor little guy never saw it coming, then he bounced down the stairs like a little baby crash test dummy. The stairs weren't little, either. They looked something like these ones, just straighter, carpeted, softer and shorter.
To make matters worse he's been throwing up a little lately and then he came down with a bout of the runsies. Yesterday I didn't have any classes worth going to so I sat on the couch with him like this all day long. It was hard on both of us.
He is finally starting to eat and play again, even though he is still obviously lethargic. We thought he deserved a little reward for making it through his worse illness ever, so I set up the ball pit and let him go nuts.

He was a little to tired too go nuts, but he still enjoyed it. Well, I think he enjoyed it. I don't really know what he thinks about anything except graham crackers and yogurt and making me change poop.











Even though he is sick he is still super-adorable. He must get that from his Mommy, since she always looks good.

Clarification

DeAndra doesn't really like that I called Rock an attention-phile in the last blog post. She's not really sure that people know what the suffix -phile means, so I'd like to submit an example of -phile in another word for those that are confused:

Nick's new mustache makes him look like a pedophile.


See? All cleared up now, right?

Rock is an attention-phile

So, the other day I woke up in the middle of the night with an attack of the worst stomach virus ever. I'm pretty sure it was the same virus that starred in the movie 'Outbreak' but DeAndra refuses to draw my blood with a needle to send samples to the CDC, WHO, and Robert Cook. Oh, she loves to draw my blood, but she prefers knives, razor sharp finger nails and rusty nails after I'm asleep. But I digress...So I was in the bathroom dieing slowing and painfully while my insides tried to become my outsides and Rock overheard me. The following conversation took place:

Rock: Wait, Dad is doing something that is making Mommy pay attention to him!
Rock's Brain: Quick! We can't let him steal our attention from Mommy!! Do something!
Rock: Me? But that's your job! Think of something quick or I'll stab you with a Q-Tip!
Rock's Brain: Oh, you are useless!! Quick, do whatever Aaron is doing to get Mommy's attention! If it works for him then it has to work for us!
Rock: Good thinking! Now I won't kill you with sugar and Barq's Root Beer!

He even made the sounds to try and copy me. Needless to say, he won the attention battle.Rock pretty much feeds himself now. Well he makes us cook and prepare the food, serve it, get him a drinks and clean up. But he likes to shovel the food into his mouth, but he knows the tool to use in order to get more food in his chow hole.

With all that delicious food in his belly he makes sure to stay disciplined and use it as muscle fuel.



After Rock stole all the attention from DeAndra, he started showboating and showing that he gets more attention from everybody else in the house. Even Rufus.


He was really piling on when he showed that the Tonka loved him more as well.
It's been beautiful outside, with temperatures in the 60s and even 70s!! But Rock doesn't get to go out as much as he wants, and he lobbies us for more outside time.

He is pretty persuasive.

Marissa was trying to pretent to be sleeping with Rock, so that DeAndra would take one of those 'oh, look how cute they are sleeping like that!' pictures. She's faking it, if you couldn't tell.