The Drew Man Cometh

Sometimes we let Baylie and Drew stay up during nap time to either watch a movie or color or draw or pretty much anything that consists of being quiet and letting that little-sweet-cute innocent one we have sleep. Because if that little one doesn’t get a nap; we need a 6 pack of something potent to get us through the evening. Anyway, this particular time was going just fine (Casey asleep, Baylie and Drew watching a movie upstairs in our room. Emphasis on CASEY ASLEEP) until we heard a thud, followed by what sounded like a herd of wildebeests trampling down the staircase. I got up and met them at the bottom of the stairs to find Drew crying and Baylie already pleading her case (a usual sign of guilt). They both started yelling and simultaneously telling their version of the ruckus. After sending them to their respective rooms for about 10 minutes to calm down, they came back down stairs and I got Baylie’s side of the story: Baylie “accidentally” pushed Drew off the bed. He bounced up and told Baylie, “That was fun, do it again”. What the little Einstein didn’t know is that he wouldn’t fall the exact same way and land exactly like he did the first time. As a matter of fact, he fell right on his head. At that point it was no longer his IDEA, it was Baylie’s FAULT. The following conversation ensued:

Dad: “Did you tell Baylie to push you off the bed?”
Drew: “Not the first time.”
Baylie: “It was an accident.”
Drew: “Nuh uh, she did it on purpose.”
Baylie: “No I didn’t”
Dad: “HEY!! DID. YOU. TELL. BAYLIE. TO. PUSH. YOU. OFF. THE. BED?” (sometimes I have to slow down for him)
Drew: “No.”
Baylie: (In tears) “Yes he did. I PROMISE.”
Drew: “Not the first time!”
Dad: “Did you the second time.”
Drew: “Yes”
Dad: “Why did you ask Baylie to push you off the bed.”
Drew: “I don’t know.”
Dad: “Was it fun the first time?”
Drew: “Yes, but I didn’t ask her to the first time. She just pushed me.”
Dad: (On the verge of strangling the little genius) “I understand that, but did you ask her to push you the SECOND time?”
Drew: (With finger in mouth) “Mmmmhhmmm.”
Dad: “Well that’s what you get then. You asked her to push you and she did. What did you expect?”
Mom: (Interjecting her motherly wisdom) “You shouldn’t have told her to push you.”
Drew: “I didn’t tell her to push me the first time.”

That dude was bound and determined to get her in trouble!

But that little guy does love his sisters and sometimes he shows it better than other times. With the start of the school year, Corey and I remembered an instance when he found a good way to express his adoration for his older sister. (Usually it is in the form of repeating EVERY word she says, pestering her to the point of punching him and both of them getting in trouble. He has a ways to go in learning how to deal with females. But, if he sticks with me, he’ll be just fine!!) Anyway, back to our story.

When we were leaving Nacogdoches, Baylie was really sad that she was leaving her school. She loved her teachers, her friends, her principal and everything about Raquet Elementary. We knew she would be fine in her new school and we tried to pump her up and get her ready for her last day. We thought she would do fine and for the most part, she did. Well Drew just happened to be with me when we picked her up. And just as we expected, Baylie was pretty sad. She was fighting off tears. Each of her classmates had made her a going away card. She was sitting in the back of the van beside Drew. She started reading some of the things her classmates wrote to her and it made her even sadder. He could tell that she was upset so he reached down and grabbed a 4-leaf clover that he had made at pre-school. (The day he made it, he said it was for me; he left it in the car and the next day told Corey that he made it for her, and now it was for Baylie! That little kiss-a*#.) He handed it to her and said, “Here Baylie, I made this at school. It’s for you. It’s a shamrock and it will make you lucky at your new school.

He’s more like his daddy than I thought!

We play our first game this week, at John Tyler. It’s nice to finally be at a place where the talk is about how much we SHOULD win by. Not just hoping that we keep it close! Corey is giddy because she can pull up the guide and scroll far enough over to see the college football listings and check out the matchups. She loves college football. She will sit and watch a good game even if I am not home! MY JOB IS DONE! She has come a long way since that first date when I swept her off her football-deficient feet. (That’s a story for another post). I’m so proud I could kiss her just thinking about it. As a matter of fact, I think I will. Right now. Good Night.