ImDMous
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Raise your hand if you see a BOY pattern here.
(God help us all, moms of boys!)
My husband always says that he's my lucky charm because it's only by dumb luck that boys survive to adulthood.
Raise your hand if you see a BOY pattern here.
(God help us all, moms of boys!)
mrsheppo said:The next year she was home with Dad and I came home from work. DD met me at the door and her hair was all plastered down and looked matted. I asked my DH what she did and he said he didn't know, he thought she put water on it. DD told me she sprayed her hair with the stuff in the red can. I thought she meant my hairspray but that was in a blue can. I asked her to show me the can and she showed me an empty can of Febreze air freshener that I had bought a couple of days before. She did smell very fresh though.
The third time she decided to put the sunscreen on herself and her brother. Except she used butt cream instead. Got very even coverage, but do you know how long it takes to get head to toe butt cream off of a 4 and 2 year old? Good thing we smelled it.
How exactly were women denied the vote in this country for so long?
For the parents of "nose stuffers" out there. Here's a really cool tip that may save a trip to the ER. I learned this when a friend's son stuffed two peas up his nose. They were somewhat smashed and impossible to remove. She's a physical therapist and saw this technique used once in the ER.
She had me hold him firmly around the chest, plugged his clear nostril, put her mouth on his mouth and blew. Peas popped right out. Score one for mom.
Raise your hand if you see a BOY pattern here.
(God help us all, moms of boys!)
My two younger brothers were always doing crazy things. One time when I was about 15, they were about 5 and 7, they decided to play golf in the livingroom while I was babysitting. Sure enough, the golf ball went thru the window. No cracks or anything, just a perfect HOLE where the golf ball went through. After all 6 us exclaimed and laughed about how great it was, we realized we were in deep doodoo when mom came home. So, we pulled the blinds and drapes hoping she wouldn't see it First thing she did when she came home was open the drapes!
I also remember the time my sis's and I got tired of our younger brother telling on us for everything and then getting his way. Again I was babysitting. My sister decided to tie him to the chair in the family room so he couldn't turn the channels on the tv and she could watch her show. I happened to be in the kitchen attempting to cook dinner. Hamburgers. I set off the fire alarm. I didn't know he was tied to the chair and we all ran out of the house after I called the fire department because the stove caught on fire and even though I 'thought' I had it out I was scared. They found my brother tied to the chair in the family room. We had a lot of explaining to do.
My kids have done some crazy things over the years. Hair cutting was the worst of it. My one dd did take the shelf things out of the dishwasher once and got stuck inside. If it hadn't been for the shelf thing sitting on the floor I would have never found her.
Kelly
I have one - sometimes you have to watch out for the smart, quiet ones... I have 10 year old twin boys, who, so far as I know, haven't matched this one of my own:
I was an only child, pretty quiet, pretty smart, and LOVED to read. Read in the car, read at dinner, read, read, read. So one day when I was probably about 4th grade age, we were at the local mall. I was reading and waiting on my mother on the 2nd floor of a big department store, near the escalator going down. I had my book in my hands and my back to the escalator. I leaned up against the (also moving) big black rubber handrail that escalators have. Keep in mind that those come up out of the floor and kind of go "up and over" before they start heading down. So I leaned on it and thought it was kind of cool that it would actually lift me up an inch or so, then I'd step forward again - all while reading.
Yeah, except that I got involved in my book, let it pick me up, then forgot to get off.
So now I'm more or less straddling the escalator handrail like a horse, facing the second floor, going down with a HUGE drop off to the side. Of course I started screaming, which drew my mom and a crowd of employees, one of whom, thankfully (I guess) knew how to turn off the escalator. However by then, I was about a 1/3 of the way down, which was more than a little freaky.
Truly, it was DUMB. Because I really didn't mean to "ride" it down that way, but I was certainly sort of leaning on it on purpose you know?