Two stories about Chad’s escapades really stand out in my mind. He was about 3 as I recall. We (ex-husband and I) had moved to Jasper, Texas and it was not a good move. We had just built our dream home. This was a more recent picture of the house but we lived there almost 2 years and had put so much of our blood, sweat and tears into planning and building it. I was not ready to leave it behind just two years after building it.
The first people who looked at the house bought it and I surely wasn’t expecting that. We moved into a rental in Texas that I had not seen (sound a bit familiar?) but it was awful. It was dirty, it was small and I didn’t like living there.
We ended up buying a house fairly soon and it was probably one of my all time favorite houses but I still wasn’t happy living in Texas and that’s the reason that I told Vince I would move anywhere in the south with him, but not Texas. See where that got me!
Anyway, I was an overprotective mom .. everyone who knows me and especially Chad will vouch for that so how he managed to pull these two stunts, I’ll never know.
First, I had a sofa that I loved and it had big flowers. I was sitting and sewing while Chad was playing in the living room floor. The Schwans man drove up, I put my sewing down and went out for just a minute. Came in and he was standing by the sofa with his hands behind his back and a very sheepish look on his face. What’s wrong, Chad? He brought his hands forward and he was holding a flower . . he had cut a huge square out of my sofa with my very sharp, tiny Gingher embroidery scissors.
Second was the nail polishing incident. The house we bought didn’t have a sewing room but it had a huge living room off the foyer so we closed that opening, made a door going into that room off the hallway, added closets and shelves and I had a sewing room. We replaced all the carpet in the house when we moved in.
I lost sight of Chad for a few minutes and began calling him. He came down the hallway (white carpet) into the sewing room (blue carpet) dripping what I thought was blood. I was in a panic thinking he was hurt, til he told me he had polished his nails. A whole bottle of red nail polish had dripped down the hallway carpet and into my sewing room on that carpet.
I’ll never forget the look on his face. He was standing there with his arms out and his feet apart . . I guess that’s what it looked like to him when I was sitting still with my fingernails and toenails drying.
We had just put the carpet in and the carpet folks were able to replace the hallway carpet. The blue carpet had red spots on it til the day we moved out.
We moved out after a fire and all the carpet was replaced but I never went back after the fire but I do know the insurance company replaced it all. I know Chad has heard this story dozens of times but I wonder if he remembers it from his own memory.
See . . my life has been kinda exciting ever since I can remember!