Flashback Friday

Flashback Friday – Toddlers & Guns?

How did your week go?  Here are a few highlights from mine:

  1. At the Easter Vigil, the lady sitting behind my husband was genuinely concerned that the toddler might start something on fire.  Like my husband.  So she kindly tapped him on the shoulder and offered to hold his candle, but of course he could not give up the candle because then the toddler would scream.  Candles are so much fun at Mass!
  2. Anybody have problems keeping toddlers in Time Out?
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Time Out Chair.  Notice how it’s empty?

My toddler was supposed to be sitting in the Time Out Chair, but if nobody’s watching her, of course she’s going to get out.  Here’s where I found her this morning:

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So cute.  And so naughty!

No, this is not her crib.  No, those are not her pacifiers.  But she thought it would be really fun to climb into her baby sister’s crib and pretend to be the baby.

3.  Why say something in 3 words when you candy it in thirty?  This is the motto of my fifth child, a girl of course.  “Mom, she pulled my hair.  And it really hurt, and I told her that.  She grabbed my hair like this, see?  Then pulled it really hard, like this.  Then I cried, and told her to stop it, but she just laughed and kept right on pulling.  Mom, I really don’t see why she gets away with this sort of behavior all the time…”  Blah, blah, blah.

4.  My parents visited us for a few days.  My dad is a great story teller.  This time it was all about guns and rodents.  He grew up on a farm with 7 brothers and sisters, and for awhile they had chickens, like a lot of chickens.  Seriously, 12,000 of them.  Now being the youngest, it was his job to pick eggs with his brother.  Of course they had egg fights, but the real fun was shooting the rats with a BB gun.  There was never a shortage.  And then for more fun, they’d go find the bull and shoot him in the behind, just to watch him tear around a bit.  Then when they were sick of that, they’d shoot pigeons.  But never, never did they shoot any robins.  For they were always sternly warned by their mother, “If I ever, ever catch you boys shooting any robins, I’m gonna take your guns, I’m gonna give your guns to your father, and he’s gonna run ’em over with the 806!”  (An 806 is a tractor, by the way.)

My dad’s mother is the same woman who wore lipstick every day of her life.  For good measure, here she is:

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Grandma Martha.  Want your day to be brighter?  Just wear lipstick.

5.  Drink of the week:  Lemon Martini.  I know, I know…it’s not a real martini because it’s made with vodka instead of gin.  But let me tell you, it’s great.

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It’s made with freshly squeezed lemons.  I love my husband.