posted on April 5, 2001 01:44:49 PM new
Aren't kids cute?!
This afternoon, the fire department had to break my door down after my three year old applied the safety chain/lock on the door and I couldn't get in after checking the mail. Of course she was grinning from ear to ear as she watched the door slam in as the frame was dislodged. I just love her little smile!
Kids are so darn remarkable...I want to have 10 more! Of course I don't have 10 front doors that they can destroy, but that's OK as they can take turns...
posted on April 5, 2001 02:55:48 PM new
My wife and I have nine month old identical twin boys and I can assure you, even at this early age, they plot! My guys are just now crawling at full speed and pulling themselves up to a standing position on anything they can. Several times already, one will climb up on me (while I'm playing with them on the floor) and the other will go for a jailbreak (meaning to get around me and head for the stairs or the fireplace or anyplace else hazardous) while I'm occupied with his brother. Then they switch and jailbreak boy climbs me while the original "distracter" goes for a jailbreak.
Do they sit and hash these plans out beforehand? It certainly seems like it! They get real close and have this little twin communication thing that they do and I swear they're plotting!
Now, of course, we have gates and things to keep them away from all the bad stuff but that doesn't matter to them, they just want to get to it with my back turned!
posted on April 5, 2001 05:30:37 PM newJulesy, I am sorry about your poor door, but you just gave me a wonderful laugh to start my day with.
fiset, I just bet your jailbreak twins bring you so much joy, you would not change a thing about them. Oh yes and the plotting gets worse as they get older, so get used to it. LOL
posted on April 5, 2001 07:20:04 PM new
Julesy any chance there will be an auction on ebay for an adorable three year old or a slightly worn door frame??
posted on April 6, 2001 06:35:09 PM new
"Why Parents Have Gray Hair"
The boss of a big company needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with the main computer. He dialed the man's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper, "Hello?" Irritated at the inconvenience of having to talk to a youngster, the boss asked, "Is your Daddy home?"
"Yes," whispered the small voice.
"May I talk with him?" the Boss asked.
To his surprise, the small voice whispered, "No."
Wanting to speak with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"
"Yes," came the whispered answer.
"May I talk with her?"
Again the small voice whispered, "No."
Knowing that it was not likely that a young child would be left home alone, the boss decided he would leave a message with the person watching over the child.
"Is there anyone there besides you?" the boss asked the child.
"Yes," whispered the child, "a policeman."
Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked,"May I speak with the policeman?"
"No," whispered the child, "he's busy."
"Busy doing what?" asked the boss.
"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the fireman," came the whispered answer.
Growing concerned and even a bit worried, he heard what sounded like a helicopter through the phone. The boss asked, "What is that noise?"
"A hello-copper," answered the whispering voice.
"What is going on there?" asked the boss, now alarmed.
In an awed whispering voice the child answered, "The search team just landed
the hello-copper."
Alarmed, concerned, and frustrated, the boss asked, "What are they searching for?"
Still whispering, the young voice replied, along with a muffled giggle:
......."Me."
>Author Unknown
posted on April 6, 2001 09:55:07 PM new
MY precious little one........
was about 5 years old and decided to open a bottle of nearly red nail polish. I had a white crocheted dresser scarf over the top of a white lingerie chest. She painted in as many of the little 'holes' through the crochet as she could. I about had a coronary, it was the only decent piece of furniture I had at the time.
She is now 22 years old and I've left that chest just as it was (threw away crocheted scarf). I am grimly holding out for grandchildren so I can tell them all the things their mommy did when she was little.
Be nice to your sister!
No, you can't have a pony, get off your sister!
No, we can't take her back, the warranty expired.
Mom
[ edited by immykidsmom on Apr 9, 2001 12:01 AM ]
