Sleepin' on the job...

Spidey

Here is our pet spider. She lives in front of our house. She has attached her intricate web to our outside lamp, which lamp also becomes her bed during the day. She has created and re-created this beautiful web, as wind or people or who-knows-what have destroyed it in parts. We call her Spidey-- the much-original name my brother has given her. I never thought I'd enjoy having this spider as a pet.  We think she brings us good tidings from Saint Halloween... if there was such a saint (which I'm almost positive he would be a devil in disguise, if there was one).  My dear husband and son feed this pet, our pet spider. They catch bugs and place them on her sticky web. I have come to appreciate some of God's simple and harmless creations (as my husband has assured me this spider IS harmless), and not be so quick to squash everything with too many legs and pin-head sized brains (for if I did, I'm afraid too many people in the world would fall into the latter category...). She is a wonderful bug-catcher, and eats all those really annoying bugs that I have yet to come to appreciate. Her web-making skills in and of themselves are simply amazing-- beyond words. So Spidey, if you will-- please stay a while longer. You've taught me so much already.

KACHOW!

I awoke this morning to the musical sounds of my barely-one-year-old son's whines, and how do you think I found him? Bare-chested. Shirtless. Without blouse.

"How did this happen?" I ask myself. "And, why?" 

Then, I notice the over-sized belly and the barely-there love handles. LOVE HANDLES. "Is he trying to show his love for me? This must be it," I conclude. "What a loving son I have!"

  

Or, maybe it's something else. Maybe he was testing his skills and found that one of them included the art of removing clothing-- quite an art for a barely-one-year-old, I'd say. He did a fabulous job, if I do say so myself. Which I do. Though, I can't help but hope it's not a premonition of some future career endeavor....

"Maybe he has something against Disney?" I wonder. The "Cars" pajama top may have been too much for him. Perhaps he thought he was fighting against "The Man," though I'm not too sure just how Disney fits into that category. Maybe he will explain it to me one day. It's obviously beyond my limited comprehension.

"Could he be an environmentalist? At such a young age? Is this his way of fighting against the pollution-causing, gas-guzzling automobiles that crowd our streets and highways?" What a BRILLIANT child I have. And so concerned for the earth. Must've been watching too many "Go Green" commercials.  

Or, perhaps he was bored. He WAS in a crib, after all, with only two crib toys and no other form of entertainment. Why NOT take off his shirt? 

Then, I decide, he could have been hot. With outside temperatures still at or above 100 degrees, long-sleeve pajama tops perhaps are not on top of his things-to-wear list. Dumb parents. Poor baby.

I guess I will really never know why or how my sweet little baby managed this task-- this task I find so amazing. But, I think I will stick with conclusion number one: he LOVES me.