Getting back into writing...

I'm happy to be back on doing some writing...even if it will only be about the crazy, bizarre antics of the ones I call my children.

The two youngest have, once again, provided plenty of amusing tales and adventures to either keep you entralled or bore you to tears. That's for you to decide. For me, I have to laugh -otherwise, I just might cry!

Last night, Tommy was on my bed watching his shows when Shanon decided she wanted to join him. This is a queen bed - there's plenty of room, after all. Or at least you would think so. The next thing I hear is two screaming babies: "HE SCATCH ME!" "SHE BITE ME!"

Parents go running and grab a kid. Big brother Travis comes in and takes Shanon. Then starts "MOM! She has a big scratch on her face by her eye!" Up I come, clean it up and send her to bed; blankie and baba in hand. Then I lay down beside Tommy. "My finga hurt." I kiss it and tell him, "Of course it does, she bit it. Are you going to stick your fingers in her eyes and scratch her face again?" "No," sob. A minute later, "My finga hurt." I kiss it again. "No, Mama, my finga HURT!" Out of bed we go, off to stand in the light. Well, I'll be! Not only did she break skin, but the darned lil' thing is already swollen and black and blue. Cleaning it up, I still have to ask him, "Are you going to do that again?" "Nope; she bites!"

LOL

And yet, here they are, in all their glory...

The Start of It All...

Last year, while sitting at lunch with my colleagues, someone mentioned that I should start my own blog. I declined that 'invitation' at the time. But today, the little man in the picture managed to do something that I just HAD to share with as many people as I could. So, today, thanks to Goosey, as he is so affectionately called by our family and his teachers at pre-school, I begin the first entry to my new blog.

You see, that innocent little face you see over there, was in 'time-out' when I arrived to pick him up. This is unusually. In the year and 2 months he's been there, this is only the second time. And before I could even ask why he was there, the teacher said "Thomas, tell Mommy why you are in time-out!" His deep blue eyes were brimming with tears - just ready to spill over, when he mumbled something that sounded like, "I pooped on the floor." I couldn't quite believe my ears so I looked over at the teacher and said, "I couldn't understand him." She said, "Oh yes, you understood him. He pooped on the floor in the bathroom. And, you're going to love the answer he gave me when I asked him 'Why?'"

Now, for those of you that know me, I have 3 older children and then one that is younger than Tommy. I'm usually prepared for just about anything (after all, his oldest brother once told a woman in the grocery store that she was "too fat to sit in the seat" where he was currently sitting). From across the room the teacher announces, "He said he pooped on the floor because that's what his dogs do!" I know I shouldn't have, but I laughed. I laughed out loud. A lot. Finally, I composed myself, "Well, they do." And she answered back, "It's the best answer I've ever gotten."

LOL Thank God for a sense of humor!

Yes, I got ahold of myself and made it perfectly clear that this was not acceptable behavior and that he would be in even more trouble if he ever did it again.

*sigh*

What we would we do without a good laugh from our kids once in a while? Even if we aren't supposed to laugh when it happens....