It's December now, the craziest time of the year. A couple weeks ago we went out to California for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving morning I decided to go behind my dad's house and see if I could find coyotes. Yes, lately I'm obsessed with trying to get a coyote in what spare time I have. I found scat everywhere. When I say everywhere really mean it. But three hours of calling away and I couldn't find a single coyote. So after dinner I went out back with my nephew and we called some coyotes in about 100 yards from the house. So we got bored and decided to go for a hike and see if we could call them in. Sure enough within two minutes of calling I nearly had a coyote on my lap. Probably no more than 20 yards away. I got him to pass us twice. Both times my nephew finally got the light on after it passed us. The next day we went out and called a whole pack in probably about 200 yards away. It's kinda creepy out there at night because we would turn on the light not knowing what's out there and we would see their eyes glowing green in the distance. So I'm trying to take what I've learned from calling them in California and applying it to my Arizona hunts. After the holidays I'm probably going to take a couple full days to get me a coyote.
Before leaving California we had a family afternoon and went skating. I really like skating, Natalie and I used to go almost every week in Hollywood, but it's really challenging with a nearly two year old that wants to be everywhere he shouldn't be. And that is where the title of this post comes into play.
Zach is a funny kid. He's like a little Dr Jekell and Mr Hyde. He's funny, smart, and a very lovable lil guy, but then out of nowhere this kid can have the worst tantrums. I think he's frustrated a lot, which is his own doing. He doesn't want to talk so it's hard for us to know what he wants and then the tantrums start. At least lately he has been trying to grab me by the hand more and take me to what he wants but still a lot of the times I stand there in the kitchen or by the door wondering what it is he is looking for.
So this week Natalie went out to Florida for a couple days with Adri. Guess who got to stay with me? Saturday morning at 3am I was awakened by the lil terror who decided to throw a 2 hour tantrum. At five he finally went back to sleep until 7. So I tried to play with Zach but he's not much into watching tv or playing with toys. He gets bored really quick and wants to keep grabbing me by the hand and taking me all over the house for who knows what. However he loves to copy me when I'm doing everyday things. Last week I was getting ready for my hunt and he was walking around blowing on my duck call. The minute he saw me come in the room with my rifle he ran to his room and returned with the duck call in one hand and his toy M16 in the other. Saturday I started cleaning the house and everything I did he wanted to copy. I wash the counters, he gets a paper towel and wipes the stove. I bring out the vacuum, he runs to his room and grabs his toy vacuum. I sweep the floor, he finds another broom and follows along. Really I'd say I hope he still wants to clean the house in ten years but I think everyone knows that's not gonna happen. But as of right now he's happier cleaning up than he is playing with his toys.
So Saturday I first took him to a couple outdoor stores. As I'm trying to look at camo clothes he is kicking and fighting me to be let down. He wanted to play hide and seek and he was making shopping a really fun time. So we finally leave and we go to Costco. At first he's ok in the cart but then he wants to be held. Well after ten minutes of trying to hold him and push a cart I gave up and put him in the cart. He didn't want any part of that and tried to fight me to get out. I kept putting his legs back down and eventually he had a full blown meltdown. I'm talking head butting me, pushing on my throat, hitting me, snot running down his face, a full blown tantrum. It was so bad I had to try to hold him in line face down away from my face so I don't get hit. Ladies are walking by making comments that the moms all feel my pain. It was a pretty epic tantrum. So I get him to the car thinking he'll get right in his seat. Wrong. He refused to sit down and put his body straight. I had to fight him to get in his seat. About 10 minutes into the drive he finally just fell asleep. I get him home and put him in his crib and over an hour later he's still whimpering in his sleep.
So that evening I take him to the park. We ride the train, play with his ball for a whole two minutes, then he just wants to run away. Of course as we are standing their in an opening field some dumb ass peeled out of the parking lot with smoking tires. Their truck started spinning and turned towards us. We were probably a good 80 yards away but I went running for Zach. Eventually these clowns got control of their truck, a bunch of people yell eff you at them, and they drove away. But after this I had to double down on staying on top of this kid. So all Zach wanted to do was throw rocks, dirt, and everything he can in the lake. The first couple times was ok but then when trying to put a stop to it another epic tantrum. I'm at the point where I just don't feel like dealing with it anymore so I just picked him up and took him home.
Yesterday we finished up our cleaning campaign and then I took him to the train park. He did good for the most part. This kid loves taking car rides, riding in his stroller, and loves riding on the little straddle car trains. That is until he is tired. He finally broke down a couple minutes before the train got back to the station. Of course he falls asleep in the car seat but the minute I get him in the house he wakes up. So back to the car to do some shopping. Last night I took him for a walk and he fell asleep right in his stroller. Gave me enough time to just leave him there and mop the floors when I got home.
This morning I was working from home while waiting for Natalie to get back and Zach started going through my backpack. He found a picture of his sister and came running over to me then gave her a kiss. Sweet lil kid but make no mistake, he's also a little terror. He also likes to try to cuddle up with me when I'm sleeping. Really cute until his foot is in my eye.
At my dad's house. I don't remember what happened before he fell asleep but I'm guessing it was craziness of epic proportions.
Adri at the skating rink. She lasted about one whole lap around the rink with my dad holding one hand and me holding the other.
I took Zachy Zach shopping for new pajamas and a jacket this weekend. Here's his new minion pajamas.
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