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.

 

Flashback Friday

Flashback Friday

I know that today is not Friday, but that is just how things are going right now.

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More snow.  This child loves it!

So what happened in my household this week?

  1. The toddler was thirsty, and as nobody was filling her cup with water, she took matters into her own hands.  She toddled to the bathroom and filled her cup to the brim with toilet water and enjoyed a nice, long draft.  No matter that someone’s bowel movement was still floating around in there.
  2. During this week’s snow storm, Child #4 wandered around in the garage because he was bored.  He decided to test his jumping skills by climbing onto my husband’s car and then mustering all his strength, leapt from there to the doorway landing.  But he miscalculated, overestimating his strength and missed.  Instead, he landed half in a recyclable bin and half out.  Evidently, this was painful for him.
  3. I almost got stuck in our driveway with our Sweet Ride – our 15-passenger van – because last week some snow melted and left a muddy mess and then this week, it snowed again.
  4. I have a son that thinks this muddy snow is awesome.  Every day he throws his boots on and rides his bike up and down the driveway in the mud.  He loves watching the mud fly everywhere – all over his bike, all over him.  And I get to do extra laundry.
  5. It’s the end of March, and it’s still snowing here, by the way.  I’ve decided that we live in Narnia – prior to the arrival of the four children and the great thaw – and I am the White Witch.  Yikes.  Hence the previous post!