Hug Twice

On Saturday, the cable company came to our house to fix our malfunctioning On-Demand service. Well, that’s what we thought they were doing. In fact, they recently changed the On-Demand so that if you don’t subscribe to that channel, you don’t get the channel On-Demand either. Which, I will admit, is fair. Except they took away our Disney channel On-Demand and we do, in fact, subscribe to a package that includes the Disney channel. I called them originally when I couldn’t get “Little Einsteins” On-Demand to work, and I guess they couldn’t figure out over the phone that they had without telling us blocked our access to it. So they came to the house. Too bad for them. I understand that since we don’t subscribe to Noggin, we can’t get it On-Demand, but I’m still not happy about the whole Disney thing.

But they’re not budging, so oh well. I will miss On-Demand, it was the simplest way to control the amount of TV that CJ watches and avoid commercials. But, I digress.

Since they left, we succeeded in losing the remote to the cable box. We were pretty sure we had it after they left, but as time went on, we became less and less sure. Could they have taken it with them accidentally? I didn’t want to call them and look foolish but at the same time… maybe. The last clear memory I had of seeing the remote was Alexa crawling across the family room with it while I was in the kitchen making dinner (the rooms are connected). Ever since CJ figured out how to order pay-per-view movies we have kept the remote out of reach on the refrigerator, but I didn’t feel like listening to Alexa scream right that second when I took it away and my hands were dirty so I told myself I’d take it later and let her make off with it. I think that was Saturday, but I guess it could have been Friday.

I don’t remember rescuing it, so I became convinced that she hid it. Matt remained convinced that maybe the cable repairman took it out of spite for his useless service call.

To try and find it, I thoroughly cleaned the entire family room. I even arranged all the shoes on their rack and hung up all the coats in the front closet that somehow pile themselves on a chair throughout the week. Alexa crawled around my feet as I was working, and as I hung the last coat in the closet, I heard Matt say “Hey! Where’d you get that?”

And there was Alexa, sitting next to the shoe rack, chewing on the remote to the cable box.

All I can figure is that she stuck it in a shoe on Saturday while I was making dinner so she could play with it later. I knew she knew where it was.

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