No one believed me when I told them the baby was going to be as large as having twins my first pregnancy. This is the silly story of how our youngest came into the world.
Saturdays I often spend looking at our family pictures and sorting them on the computer. So many of them make me cry-laugh. I will post a picture or two on Saturdays and let you come up with a caption. On Monday I will choose my favorite and put that person’s site as a trackback on my Monday post.
Unicorn horn or an extra finger?
There are reasons I am not a PTO mom, or a scissor mom, (the ones that come to school to cut things out). The reasons are because my kids think its funny to make a pasta skeleton and put macaroni testicals and rotinini pee-pee and spaghetti BONE? I asked what the spaghetti was and he said, “That’s the bone in the pee-pee”.
The idea is that the Super Heros were getting lazy and they needed training camp. The kids all came dresed up as a “Super”. We rented the obstacle course from a picture on the internet the size of my thumbnail.
Write a caption and I will choose my favorite and give you a trackback to your blog on Monday. I also have a funny story to share so check back to see who won the contest. Follow me. I want to give people a place to go that makes you smile, laugh, think, love, cry or cry laughing. A place to go after you have read the news on your mobile and now you need a story you can relate to because we are all part of some kind of family. I am so honored you stopped by and I am looking forward to sharing more of our family stories! Oh, and if you nominated me for an award I will try and answer the questions next week. I am so honored but want to think about my answers. Have a great weekend!
I may be on the no chaperone list after this field trip.
Renaissance festivals are bawdy by nature and the costumes are made for every size and shape. It is a very “one size fits all” costume assortment. This woman was dressed like a peasant in a long brown dress with a large elastic boat neck and elastic waist. This woman was on the larger end, (I have to say it now so you understand later) she was the largest end of the peasant dress. While this boy and I were bee lining it to the porta-potties we were also walking directly towards the bottom of the wagon stoop steps as the peasant lady decides to venture off the wagon and takes one step down and the back of her dress catches.
This is a story about how happy I was to not be the person, for once, that the horribly embarrassing moment happened to and whether or not I was the person who stepped up to help the poor thing. Nothing ends well with a mother chaperoning her sons school field trip to a renaissance festival.
UPS is making grilled cheeses now?
I am certain the person who wrote Beavis and Butthead was a mother of little boys.