This week there is a new spin on Not me! Monday. It is called "Not my child!" Monday. Since most of the things our children do (or do
not do) embarrass us terribly, this should be fun!
Friday, the last day of Vacation Bible School (or
Bacation Bible School as it was
not so lovingly called) the church kept the water
bouncies up for a few extra hours for the volunteers and their children. While waiting in line to do a long bouncy slip and slide, it was
not my child who yelled from across the way while starting to pull his bathing pants (as he called them) down, "Mommy! Can I just pee right here?"
It was
not my child who came downstairs the other night with all 10 of his fingers covered in black ink! It was
not my other child, who put the ink on his little brother's fingers, trying to do a crime scene investigation. It was then
not my husband (I know, this was not part of the game) who went sprinting up the stairs like his hair was on fire to find out what the black stuff was AND where the black stuff was!
It was
not my child who refused to sleep at the beginning of the week, even though he should have known his mommy was worn out from being responsible for 24 2
nd and 3rd graders at
VBS. It was
not the same child that was taken to the doctor to find out he had 2 ear infections! No wonder the poor little guy could not sleep!
It was
not either one of my small children that could be heard from 'round the world on any given morning last week around 8:30am CST while being dropped off in their rooms at the church.
Geez...
not my kids! They are used to being dropped off by now and they would
never scream like wild animals, gnash their teeth or hang on to their mommy with both hands and feet and have to be pulled off!
This is fun...I could go on and on...my kids are perfect so I know it is
not my children we are talking about here.
It is
not my child that had a summer reading project that he was supposed to be doing and has not come anywhere near completing it. Nope,
not my kid! He does
not have to go back to school on August 13
th and this is
not for a major grade.
Speaking of school, it is
not my precious little angel of a 4 year old that will be starting
pre-school this year. Nope,
not mine. Good thing too because there is just no way his mommy or daddy could take that. Wow, glad we are
not those parents.
Yesterday, it was
not my oldest child that fixed a bowl of dry cereal for the middle boy child, who then proceeded to spill the dry cereal all over the living room floor. Then, it was
not my dog (I know, it is not called that...just wait for it) and my youngest child who turned and sprinted (or crawled very quickly) toward the cereal covered living room floor. It was
not my precious sweet baby boy who began to, as quickly as he could, gobble up the cereal from the floor like he had not eaten in days, along with the dog by his side. It was
not my older boys that began to immediately clean up the mess, (WHAT??? Without even being asked!) which made the baby boy flip out like someone was taking the last bit of food that he might ever get to eat. My oldest boy did
not then just proceed to make a small pile of dry cereal in front of the baby so he could clean up the rest of the food. What? We do
not feed the baby stuff from the floor! What was he thinking! It was then
not me who saved the baby from heartache and scooped him up to put him in his highchair with more cereal, clean out of the box this time, while telling him, "Honey, we are not so poor yet that you have to eat dirty cereal from the floor and enjoy it."
I am sure I could think of many more things that it was
not my children doing...but since this is the first installment, I do not want to overwhelm you! Now...hop on over to
MckMama's and see what her kids, and everyone
else's kids have
not been caught doing.
And these are for you Gee Gee and Aunt Cinde! We know how much you love baby legs!
Oh my...where has the time gone? I cannot believe that my baby is 11 months old. Do you know what that means? It means he will be turning 1 next month! Nope, that cannot be right. There is just no way that my sweet tiny baby is already very rapidly approaching his one year birthday. No way at all.
He is just the sweetest thing ever. He is very loving and cuddly. Although, now that he is mobile, he loves then leaves. Up, down, up, down, up, down...that is how we spend our time. Well, that and chasing him out of the dog's food and water. When he gets down, he makes a bee line for the kitchen, he knows exactly where the food dish is. If he sees you pick it up, he has a fit.
He is Mr. (partly, when I want to be) Independent. You know, doing the things he wants to do, on his own terms. Wouldn't it be nice if we all had that option? He is still not a great sleeper. Let's rephrase that, he is a horrible sleeper most of the time. I have not figured out what that is all about. I just keep on telling him that he had better be glad he is so cute. Although, I have resorted to falling asleep while nursing him (yes again) and letting him sleep beside me, or between my legs. Actually, it is more like letting him sleep wherever it is that he falls asleep because I am usually already asleep. 
He is getting quite the personality too. I think he just knows that he is cute. He loves to play with his older brothers and sister, AND the dog. I do not think the dog is very pleased with his new found mobility though. That means there are not many safe places to hide, except for the back of the couch and I only give that a few more months. He has been such a joy in our lives. He loves to laugh and likes to be the center of attention. If you are in a room with other people talking, he will be heard. He "talks" along with the crowd.
I think he is as much Daddy's boy as he is Mommy's boy. It is an equal kind of thing. He wants Mommy when he wants Mommy and he wants Daddy when he wants Daddy. No more, no less.
Yep, I just cannot believe it is approaching time for his very first birthday. It makes me sad, yet happy at the same time. I am ready, yet not ready for him to move on to larger, more exciting things.
He is full of curiosity and wonder. He is very observant. He loves to watch people.
And his hands...well, he could not do without them. They are his new best friends. He explores everything he can get his hands, then mouth on. You can see the determination on his face trying to pick up little pebbles from the rock he is sitting on.
The water was another source of entertainment. For him, as well as us, but in different ways of course. To be a fly on the wall during these pictures might have been worth it. The entire time, you could hear me saying, "Do not take your eyes off of him. Do not look away. Keep your eyes on him. Stay close. I can cut you out of the picture." I was so afraid one false move and he would have ended up head first onto another rock or into the water. Wheew, it was a successful day in the end. No injuries.
He found a small pine needle. It was a great source of entertainment.
I just love those feet and legs. 
My sweet baby. He will be one soon. Sigh.
This week there is a new spin on Not me! Monday. It is called "Not my child!" Monday. Since most of the things our children do (or do not do) embarrass us terribly, this should be fun!
