September 2005
This post could aptly be named Mommy has a Heart Attack!
It's a Saturday morning and W has gone mountain biking and I am home alone with S, A, G and C. We've lived in California all of two months and I am starting to get into a routine (or so I thought). So here I am feeding the triplets and Gretta is barking to be let out so S offers to go to the backdoor to let her out. She yells from the door that she is going out to play. Time ticks by and I don't hear her harassing Gretta as she usually does so I yell from the living room for her and she yells back "I'm still playing". That satisfies me and I go on about my business of burping babies knowing there couldn't be much she could get into in that backyard and Gretta was out there with her just a few short steps away. I get up to go to the front door to grab the newspaper and I never even heard her come in. I turn to see S and then I see IT. The big furry IT she was holding in her hand right above C's head. I couldn't think straight. I panicked! What was it? Was it dead or alive? Oh god what would I do if she dropped it? Where is Walter when I need him? Then loud and clear S announces "she's my friend". I began to scream for S to take IT outside (at this point I was guessing IT was a rat but I still wasn't sure because I was still to scared to get a close look). Again my thoughts are interrupted mid scream as S whispers in her loudest whisper "Hush mom you are going to wake my friend she's sleeping." Again I envision her dropping IT on C and dead or alive I was going to actually have to look at it and pick it up. I tried to pull myself together and calmly convince S IT needs to sleep outside. S laid "her" by the backdoor and I prayed whatever SHE was SHE was far enough away I would be able to swing the door shut and so I did. I finally got the nerve to peek out the window to see S's sleepy friend. An opossum, yuck! S was bewildered as to why I was so crazy. I kept thinking oh my god opossum, what if it's playing possum? Then I freaked and drug S to the sink to wash her hands in antibacterial soap. I called my mom in tears begging her to tell me what to do. (The fact that she was 2000 miles away didn't matter I wanted my mommy). All I got from the other end of the line was laughter. I wasn't laughing I was praying for W to come home and rid us of S's sleepy friend. I continued on it panic and decided hand washing was clearly not enough so off to the bath S went and she was scrubbed from head to toe. After the bath S wanted to see if her friend had woken up. Of course my reply included she had to wait for daddy. In the meantime we spoke about not picking up animals in the backyard and all I could think of was how much I hated California (of course I guess this could have happened anywhere). Finally I got the details of what happened and how the opossum came to be her friend. Apparently it had fallen from the tree, Gretta retrieved it and brought to S as a present. At that moment I despised Gretta more than California. Finally W arrives home and I tell him about S's friend. He opens the door and screams like a girl. Once he gained his composure next thing I know he has a paper towel and picks up the offending friend up by the tail and chases us around the house with her. Then the talk has to inevitably follow that her sleepy friend had died and that she should never ever pick up or touch an animal without asking mommy or daddy first. So after some discussion S loads up into the car with W to let her dead friend go. I think she ended up in the dumpster behind McDonalds. Well one thing I know for sure is that experience took years off my life and I also realized at that moment S wasn't scared of anything and that terrified me. Now S gets a gentle reminder when she goes into the backyard to not pick up anything. She came in this morning to tell me I need to come see the snake! I cautiously walked into the backyard to see the big "snake" tree limb that S proceeded to pick up and chase Gretta around the backyard gleefully screaming "HISS, HISS". This was one snake I could handle.
9.03.2005
9.01.2005
I'm Just Like Gretta"
September 2005
"Oh Mudder come quick I want to show yous something special" are the words I hear as I look up to see a naked S who's come in from the backyard. I had just finished feeding the babies when S appeared in the doorway completely naked. Of course I'm not completely suprised since as of late S has been stripping everythng off. Anyway she reaches up to gram my hand and lead me into the backyard to show me that "something special". As I stare into the yard trying to figure out what I am suppse to be looking at she says "I'm so proud" and of course I have to ask why? "Look mommy I pooped like Gretta!" Low and behold in the midle of the yard there it was, that something oh so special. A big pile of S's poop! She was just so proud of herself. She continue on to say that she and Gretta pooped together. I got so cracked up as I envisioned the two of them there together in the backyard pooping as she said together. I stuggled looking for the words to say as I tried to hold in my laughter. When I asked S why she hadn't gone on the potty instead (we were right in the middle of potty training) she replied "because I am a dog and dogs poop on the grass." Oh heavens S and her very best friend Gretta had pooped together. Not a phrase I ever expected to hear back in the day I prayed for a sweet baby. Of course we had to get daddy and show him and he too worked hard to hold back the laughter.
Poor Gretta spent the better part of the afternoon trying to figure out who else pooped in her backyard. Then after all was said and done S said "oh I forgot I peed by the lemon tree but you can't see that one." I feel the gray hairs coming in as I type.
"Oh Mudder come quick I want to show yous something special" are the words I hear as I look up to see a naked S who's come in from the backyard. I had just finished feeding the babies when S appeared in the doorway completely naked. Of course I'm not completely suprised since as of late S has been stripping everythng off. Anyway she reaches up to gram my hand and lead me into the backyard to show me that "something special". As I stare into the yard trying to figure out what I am suppse to be looking at she says "I'm so proud" and of course I have to ask why? "Look mommy I pooped like Gretta!" Low and behold in the midle of the yard there it was, that something oh so special. A big pile of S's poop! She was just so proud of herself. She continue on to say that she and Gretta pooped together. I got so cracked up as I envisioned the two of them there together in the backyard pooping as she said together. I stuggled looking for the words to say as I tried to hold in my laughter. When I asked S why she hadn't gone on the potty instead (we were right in the middle of potty training) she replied "because I am a dog and dogs poop on the grass." Oh heavens S and her very best friend Gretta had pooped together. Not a phrase I ever expected to hear back in the day I prayed for a sweet baby. Of course we had to get daddy and show him and he too worked hard to hold back the laughter.
Poor Gretta spent the better part of the afternoon trying to figure out who else pooped in her backyard. Then after all was said and done S said "oh I forgot I peed by the lemon tree but you can't see that one." I feel the gray hairs coming in as I type.
Oh The Tales I Could Tell
So I found a journal I guess I randomly kept years ago while I was cleaning out the closet. I had not seen it in years and like this blog I realized just how random I am when I write but how much I enjoy looking back. I thought what better place to keep it but here so here it is copied and out there for me to look back and reflect on days, months or years from now.
September 2005
Oh the Tales I Could Tell might be the title if I ever decide to write a book someday, but for now a journal (blog) will have to suffice. Raising my 4 little monkies and all their adventures is way too exiticing not to write down. I have kept Grammy, PopPop, Emmy and Pops in stiches with A,G,C & S's antics and at their prompting have decided I need to start writing. There are so many things I know I won't want to forget about raising my little family. S for now could keep me up all night and day writing about her antics-but I am guessing A,G&C's mischievious days aren't too far behind. I am off to bed as midnight quickly approaches but here's a preview of what's to come.
S- "I'm a doggie come look"
"She's my new firend"
But before I go I must share S's favorite new words. I cringe as I write this because there is no telling who you learned them from, but you use them oh so appropriately for a two year old...DAMMIT and BITCHY-yikes! Just for examples sake lets examine, "Dammit Gretta stop barking!" or when you are mad there is the simple but equally effective "DAMMIT". I sat thinking fondly of a recent discussion we had that went something like this...Dammit's a bad word, I shouldn't say Dammit, daddy doesn't like Dammit, dammit makes mommy sad-Oh Dammit! or the Mommy your being Bitchy, seriously where the hell did that (whoops heck) did that come from?
So from now on I am watching what I say. I seriously doubt she learned any of this from that famous big mouse on the Disney Channel :)
September 2005
Oh the Tales I Could Tell might be the title if I ever decide to write a book someday, but for now a journal (blog) will have to suffice. Raising my 4 little monkies and all their adventures is way too exiticing not to write down. I have kept Grammy, PopPop, Emmy and Pops in stiches with A,G,C & S's antics and at their prompting have decided I need to start writing. There are so many things I know I won't want to forget about raising my little family. S for now could keep me up all night and day writing about her antics-but I am guessing A,G&C's mischievious days aren't too far behind. I am off to bed as midnight quickly approaches but here's a preview of what's to come.
S- "I'm a doggie come look"
"She's my new firend"
But before I go I must share S's favorite new words. I cringe as I write this because there is no telling who you learned them from, but you use them oh so appropriately for a two year old...DAMMIT and BITCHY-yikes! Just for examples sake lets examine, "Dammit Gretta stop barking!" or when you are mad there is the simple but equally effective "DAMMIT". I sat thinking fondly of a recent discussion we had that went something like this...Dammit's a bad word, I shouldn't say Dammit, daddy doesn't like Dammit, dammit makes mommy sad-Oh Dammit! or the Mommy your being Bitchy, seriously where the hell did that (whoops heck) did that come from?
So from now on I am watching what I say. I seriously doubt she learned any of this from that famous big mouse on the Disney Channel :)
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