The Monster Truck Dance & A Special Houseguest

John received a very loud monster truck from the Fisher family for his birthday. John loves this thing. Especially the blaring rock tune that plays when you press one of the buttons. As soon as he hears the music he is compelled to dance in a crazy spaz sort of way. Kind of looks like he's got a crick in his leg or something...but it works for him, I suppose.....



It's funny, though, although he has been playing with this truck for the past few days today he pressed a button that made the car shake back and forth and he screamed bloody murder in fright. I suppose it's a love-hate relationship.

Speaking of love-hate relationships, we were dog sitting my parent's dog, Hunter, this weekend. Now, Hunter is 12 years old--a lab mix--and is used to living with two older people (sorry mom and dad, not old just older than us). Hunter pretty much ignores Anna. She does nothing to bother him. However, John is a rowdy and loud 2 year old and thinks Hunter is a big giant toy. As many times as we told John to be "gentle" and not hit, chase, pull, pinch or even dance frantically in front of the dog's face he was literally compelled with every fiber in his being to follow the poor dog around. Even if he didn't touch him he would get thisclose to him. As if his little hands had a supernatural attraction to the fur on his body. Poor Hunter spent most of his time here trying to get away from the little spazzy midget that wouldn't leave him alone. And every once in a while, whenever the mood struck, John would angrily furrow his brow, point at the dog with one finger and say "SIT DOWN, HUNTER! SIT! DOWN!"

It was exasperating keeping the two at peace with eachother. But we made it.