Happy Mothers Day

[nh23]

Someone sent this to me for Mothers Day thought I would share it.

Happy Mothers Day to all the Mothers out there !

"Why my lips stayed chapped on Mother's Day!"

So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently died. Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on him and nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.

Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves Chapstick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my Chapstick and then losing it. So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my Chapstick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to but he needed to put it right back in the drawer when he was done.

Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around and try to get ready for Church with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.

We finally have the older one and the baby loaded in the car and I am looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally round the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was applying my Chapstick very carefully to Jack's . . rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped." Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right--their little butts do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind.

And the only question to really ask at that point was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth.

And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they've been using your Chapstick on the cat's butt

 

[graceanne]

My aunt sent me that. Reminds me of the time I walked into my bathroom to discover my son dunking my toothbrush in the toilet. I've decided that was the first time, cause the other option had me with bleeding gums - you know from scrubbing my mouth.

 

[CutieMouse]

That reminds me of child # 4 and the pancake syrup incident...

 

[graceanne]

That reminds me of child # 4 and the pancake syrup incident...

Details!

Don't make me come over there - I know where you post!

 

[CutieMouse]

The Great Pancake Syrup Incident

My 4th child has been... more, ever since birth. By 14 months old he could climb onto the kitchen counters unassisted; by 18 months old, he knew exactly which toys to drag over to the front door, to get tall enough to undo the deadbolt so he could go outside. To say the toddler years were a strain, would be an understatement.

His little brother was born a few months after he turned 2, which meant I was juggling a household of 5 children. 3-4 weeks after the baby was born, I got everyone breakfast, fed the baby, double checked all the chain locks on the doors (we'd installed them up high due to Mr. Adventure, Himself), and went to take a shower.

15 minutes into my shower kids # 1 and 2 come racing into the bathroom. "MOM! You HAVE to come get ____ [child #4]!!!"

So, of course, my first thought is he's out racing down the street or something, so I grab a towel and go charging downstairs, soaking wet, to discover child # 4 in the kitchen...

Crying.

Naked.

In a 3 foot wide puddle of pancake syrup.

Attempting to stand up, falling flat on his ass, crying, attempting to stand up, falling flat on his ass, crying, attempting to stand up...

Sigh.

He'd climbed the shelves of the pantry, to the top shelf (6 feet off the ground), tossed down a brand new 32 oz bottle of syrup, climbed down, opened the syrup, and poured the entire thing out on the floor. Apparently during this process, his diaper got all messy sticky, so he ripped it off.

By now the baby had woken up and was crying upstairs, so I grabbed # 4, plopped him in the shower to rinse off, made a bottle for the baby, loaded all the kids in the car, drove them to my best friend's house, and knocked on her door. All I had to do was say "child # 4; syrup. Do you have any extra paper towels?" (Bless her for not laughing.)

It took 3 hours on my hands and knees, with paper towels, rags, buckets of plain water, and then soapy water to get the floor clean again. (Which involved much slipping, sliding, and falling on *my* ass.)

 

[graceanne]

My youngest is like your fourth. When he was about 18 months I old I found him on the top of our entertainmetn center which is about as tall as me. (5') I've found him on top of the fridge, climbing the shelves in my closet, on top of my bookshelves (taller than me) . . . the list goes on. We also have a sliding lock on our doors. He can get it off, but it takes a few minutes (he's got to push things up to the doors) and gives me time to stop him. I'm terrified of bathing while he's awake, and when I do I bring him in with me. One of the times I took my eyes off of him he ran outside where our house was being powerwashed. I was just seconds behind him, but I still didn't get to him in time to stop him from putting his hand on the engine. Second and third degree burns that time. Last month we went to the mall. The food mart is on the third floor, but you can see over the edge. I stopped to tie B's shoe, and stood up to discover Daniel at the top of one of the rails looking down.

I found two gray hairs that night. Coincidence? I think not.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

It's Mothers Day and I would just like to state that my young adult person is perfect , has been always been perfect and comes from a long line of perfectnessness.

Ha ha ......like mother like son 'perfect' .

Well ummn except the obvious bitz

Okay he has a bit of brat in him , don't know where he gets that from "immaculate conception " and all that ..............jazz.

 

[wenchhh]

too funny. My eldest, now 20 and in the Air Force, with a wife to take care of his mischeivous ass, was my mischeivous child. I remember him at 20months, muttering "'ut oh" at 5am. He had scaled his double gated bedroom door, gotten into the fridge to pour himself some OJ, and overfilled his cup, the whole gallons worth!!! Another time, he was 26 months this time, we were at the pool, finishing up our afternoon swim. Going back to the apt, when he said to me, "mommy, ok if I jump in here?" (7 ft of water) I laughed and said, "sure, just make sure you swim to the side, because Momma doesn't want to get wet again." Ha ha. walked 6 feet, and heard "splash!" Turned in time to see him bob to the surface, and doggie paddle to the ladder before I could even dump my stuff. He didn't even know how to swim then. It taught me a valuable lesson... 2 yr olds dont' understand sarcasm. When he was 3, he and a 4 yr old I was babysitting were "napping" when I heard a giggle. I went into his room, and they were covered head to toe in... goop. The walls, the bed, their hair and faces matted with.. you'll never guess.. all of the stuff from my brand new, $300.00 Mary Kay demonstrators kit. That was probably my shortest employment, both as a consultant and a babysitter, as "Miss Becky YELLED at me." ha! He's proceeded to break bones jumping off things, knock himself out running into a post while skiing, get into various bits of trouble in school, all harmless stuff but still a PITA. did I meantion that I thank God daily for the USAF and his wife??? Ahh, motherhood, gotta love it!

 

[graceanne]

http://www.arcamax.com/pic/29532/438862

 

[nh23]

http://www.arcamax.com/pic/29532/438862

LMAO!!