I adopted him. His real name is Immanuel.
My post tonight won't be very long. Bam Bam has beaten the wind out of my sails.
I don't get home from work most nights until just before dinner. Brian usually has the kids already in their seats, just waiting for me to walk in the door. Then right after dinner is play time. I get down on the floor in the living room and supervise the chaos while Brian cleans up the kitchen. Tonight I barely got out alive.
I had a small headache when I got home. It was a long day at work. So when I got down on the floor and Manny immediately ran over and punched me in the eye, I knew I was in for it. JoJo, not to be outdone, smacked me in the side of the head with Brian's tennis shoe. Really hard in the side of the head.
I grabbed the tennis shoe to prevent a second smacking and Manny pounced on the opportunity. Literally. He ran at me from across the room and threw himself across my stomach, WWF style. Once he had me pinned he went for my mouth.
He likes to inspect my teeth. Which is fine, but sometimes when my mouth is open he likes to stick his finger inside and try to pick me up like a catfish. And this little dude is STRONG.
I got his hand out of my mouth and he grabbed a handful of my hair instead. If you know me, you know that I don't have a lot of hair. No, not premature balding, I just keep it cut short. But I have enough for Bam Bam to grab hold of and yank.
Finally, he finished with his favorite game. Run across the room full speed and head down like a crazy little bull straight into Mama's chest. He repeated this 7 times.
I'm beat. I give up. Uncle.
Below you'll see Manny and JoJo doing their victory dance on my coffee table.
