Well, he's getting to "that age"..... There is a time in every animal's life(and many people's) where they cease being a baby, and begin (OUCH! NO CLIMBING!) ahem... Begin entering the stage of "the rest of their lives(NOT MY MOUSE! DROP IT!)".
Gneudals (LEAVE THE XBOX CORDS ALONE!) has begun entering this phaze, "The rest of his life".
So, I am here to chronicle this new development. Sometimes, he is cute and adorable and totally manageable.
(OUCH!!! NO CLIMBING YOU ROTTEN LITTLE-)
Other times, you want to bash them and feed them to the snakes. Like the time when they are being so cute and cuddly, sitting on the floor staring up at you, "I only want a cuddle mommy, please pick me up." and you say, "Ok honey, I'll cuddle you." and you pick him up and put him in your lap and pet his fuzzy little head....
And then he grabs your pigtails and starts cramming as much of them as he can into his mouth and makes a flying leap off your lap.... You know he's like 4 pounds now? It doesn't necessarily "hurt" but having a raccoon swinging off your pigtails isn't exactly heaven.
There are times, when he is totally adorable... like when he follows you up the stairs and outside to take the dog potty, and then he stands between your feet with his paws wrapped around your knee(yes, he's that tall now)(STOP TAKING MY MOUSE! DROP IT!) and looking so stunned by the world.... and then he digs his little claws in and climbs up your leg, up your backside, up your back, and clings to your neck in such a way that later, it looks like you've been wearing a barbed wire necklace all day.
(NOT THE CAMERA I AM UPLOADING VIDEO! LEAVE IT! LEAVE IT!!! Here. Take your cheese wrapper and go play. Thank you. Jesus.)
Or the times when (NO! NO CLIMBING ME! BAD!) .... Yeah.
So, this, is the thread for your children. This is where I will be posting new videos, detailing exactly why you don't want a (WHERE DID YOU FIND THAT?! BAD! DROP IT! NOT FOR RACCOONS!) raccoon. Enjoy.
