Catch Me If You Can

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A streaking two year old and a turtle.  I’m sure you’re wondering where this is going.

A particular story has been relayed to me over and over again by grandparents, my dad, and uncle, since I was two years old.  It was a hot summer, Texas, day when my cousin and I (both two years old) were swimming with our mothers in a kiddy pool. (I think) All was fine and dandy until my cousin and I both stripped down to our birthday suits and took off running, giggling the entire way down the street; our mothers frantically at our heels.  We apparently wanted to see our grandparents, because their house is where we landed.  It is just one of those family stories, that make all who were there, burst into a deep belly laugh.  Except for me.  I give the, I was two, let it go, look. haha!
I am telling you this because I apparently passed down the streaking gene to my two year old.  Here is why….
My husband grabbed his fishing pole to cast a line into the pond before the approaching storm hit.  While on his way to the dock, he hollered at me to come check out this turtle he found.  Of course I darted out the screen door to look, only to stop halfway to say, “hold on, I need to grab my camera.”  With that, I scurried back into the house, grabbed my camera, and ran out the door.  What I didn’t realize, was that my toddler was at my heels, stripping off his clothes.  When he came up beside me, that’s when I saw his naked behind.
Obviously this is unacceptable, so I make my move to grab him.  He is a quick little sucker though, and he decides to play, catch me if you can, around the yard.  Every near catch is followed by his uproarious laughter.  I eventually gave up and let him feel free in the breeze while he pretended to be an airplane.
I’m assuming this probably happened because one of our mothers probably cursed us by saying, “I hope one of your kids does this to you one day…”  Hahaha.   At least I know it works if I say it. Ha!!
Linking up with Mary Beth.
Later,
Liz

Crying Uncle

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This gem of a picture is Scout with my mascara on his face, which he also rubbed into the hallway carpet and the bedroom carpet.  (And I don’t mean just a little bit.  Think in terms of nearly the whole tube. it was a lot.) 

It is one of those days when I’m screaming uncle, early in the morning.  It was even bad when I woke up. Everything I try to do right, goes inadvertently wrong.  It is a snowball effect.  Since everything is (probably) going to go wrong, then I’m just going to wait this day out. 

For example, we had a stellar day, yesterday with potty training.  There were no accidents and he even did the big number 2 in the pot.  Today, he is purposely peeing in the floor because he finds it hilarious.  Instead of me fighting this lack of interest in using the potty, (which would result in me on my hands and knees all day, scrubbing spots out of the carpet), instead, I will be slapping a diaper on his bare bottom, and giving potty training a rest for the day.  I’m not going to fight it.

All three kids are behaving like this.  Everything that I ask my older son to do, he responds by doing it extra s-l-o-w-l-y, // insert my eye twitching // or I catch him playing instead of doing his school work.  You get the idea.

Rori.  She is in some sort of mood.  Screaming mood, to be exact.

SO, my little rant is over.  I’m over it.  Maybe it’s God’s way of telling me to take it easy, enjoy the day. 

Whatever.  I do hope that your day is going swimmingly well.

As for this post…it’s totally random, and unedited, which is a true view of how children really DO scramble their mother’s brain.

I’ve decided to link this post with Erin today