Funnies For Your Friday

I thought I'd share a few little funny stories about the kids that I want to remember:

 

We're struggling with naps for Sydney right now.  She really needs one, but often if she takes one it is impossible to get her to sleep at night.  I suppose in a perfect world, we would cut out the nap and just move bedtime up to an earlier time, but we don't live in a perfect world.  So we're doing the best we can with what we have.

 

A few weeks ago, the kids were playing.  Sydney told me she wanted to rest and asked to lie down on the couch.  I was fine with it as long as she would be still.  So I got her pillow and set her up a little campsite in the living room.  I suppose she was even more tired than either of us thought, because she never made it to the pillow.  She just fell asleep like this.

 

 

 

Sydney's faces absolutely crack.  me.  up.  I have said forever that this girl could stop you dead in your tracks with one of her evil-eye stares.  I am sure there will come a time when her looks or eye rolls will get her into a mountain of trouble.  (Not that I would know anything about that, because I'm sure I never rolled my eyes at anyone.)  And did I mention that she might be just a wee bit stubborn?  Again, I have NO IDEA where she gets it.

 

Anyway, I don't know what her brother was trying to talk her into when this picture was taken, but she clearly is having none of it.

 

 

 

And can I just say that my kids have some serious fashion sense?  Can they put an outfit together, or what????

 

 

 

I absolutely do not understand the obsession that little boys have with the toilet.  (Please tell me that it's all little boys and not just mine...)  A few weeks ago, I walked into our bathroom to find Sam standing over the toilet with a dripping washcloth.  When I asked him what he was doing, he proudly replied, "I put the washcloth in the potty!"  This led to a very long, very detailed discussion about how you don't put anything in the potty.  It went something like this:

 

Me:  The potty is REALLY dirty.  You should NEVER put your hands in it.  Look at me!  You should NEVER put your hands in the potty.  Because it's dirty.  Right?  Are you listening?  The potty is dirty.  You should never take anything out of the potty.  Please stand still.  This is important.  You should never take anything out of the potty, and the ONLY things you are allowed to put in it are pee-pee and poo-poo.  Do you understand?

 

Sam:  (Without missing a beat.)  Well....what about toilet paper?

 

Shawn:  I think he's got you on that one.

 

Me:  Okay...toilet paper is fine.  But that's it!  Only pee-pee, poo-poo and toilet paper can go in the potty.  NOTHING ELSE.

 

Sam:  (Thinks for a minute, then as if a lightbulb just came on:)  And books!!!!  Books can go in the potty, right?

 

Me:  No!  Books NEVER go in the potty.

 

Sam:  Oh....yeah....right.

 

Shawn:  Yeah.....let's just not ask too many questions right now.

One night I had fixed chicken and broccoli for supper.  Sam, being a typical 4 year old, had decided that broccoli was disgusting and was refusing to eat it (despite the fact that he eats it every other time I fix it.)  Our rule is that you have to try one bite of everything on your plate.  You don't have to eat it all, but you do have to try it.  I was explaining the rule to Sam for the ump-teenth time when Shawn leaned over and whispered to him, "You should eat your broccoli.  It makes you let really big toots!"

 

Problem solved.  Broccoli gone.  Flatulence saves the day.

The End Of An Era

Today, Shawn and I attended our last UK football game in our seats.  Not our last UK game, mind you.  But next year we will be sitting in a different section, in a totally different part of the stadium.  For the last 11 seasons, we have had the same seats.  Few people understand why this is significant. 

 

Most people who know Shawn know that he is a BIG UK fan.  When Shawn graduated from pharmacy school and was getting ready to take his pharmacy licensure exam, he said the first thing he was going to buy once he was licensed (and therefore had a paycheck) was season tickets for UK football.  True to his word, the very day his pharmacy license came in the mail, he called and ordered our tickets.  But it was more than just buying tickets.  I think it was somewhat symbolic for him:  Congratulations....all of your hard work has paid off.  We have had the same seats since that day.

 

 

But UK is performing a major renovation on the football stadium, and next season our seats will probably not even exist.  There will be a tunnel there where the players run out, and the surrounding seats will be for students.

 

As we were sitting there today, I was thinking about how that was the last time we would sit in those seats.  And because I'm a nerd, and that's what I do, I got a little sad about it.  We've had a lot of fun in those seats.  I got a little nostalgic revisiting all of the memories that we made there:

 

-Going to the game with my sister's family every weekend.  I was always the designated concessions runner.

 

-The way my oldest nephew, Will, could recite the entire UK football schedule before he could recite his ABC's.  To this day, he has a passion for sports that I have yet to see in any other kid.

 

-The "Woo Man" that would go all the way up the stands every time UK scored, giving people high-five and yelling, "Wooooooo!"

 

-The little man that sat behind us for so many seasons.  He always wore this hideous cap that had a furry wildcat on the front.  Every time the opposing team would run our of their locker room to a chorus of "Boos" from the crowd, he would giggle like a little girl and shout, "Those Cats fans!  They'll boo anybody!"

 

-The 2003 Louisville game that was delayed for severe weather (monsoon-like rains and lightening) where we huddled in the tunnel waiting for the game to start.  For nearly two hours.  (We lost.)

 

-The Texas State game where we ended up taking shelter in the field house next to the stadium because of the torrential downpour.  There had been a 0% chance of rain forecasted that day.

 

-The 2003 Arkansas game where we sat through 7.....yes, S.E.V.E.N....overtimes.  And we still lost.

 

-The fighter jet fly-overs.  I get misty-eyed every. single. time.

 

-Watching families around us grow.  The family to our left had a baby when we started sitting there.  He hated the fireworks.  He would cover his ears every time they shot them off.  I saw him today.  He's probably a teenager now.  He didn't cover his ears one time.

 

-Taking Sam to his first football game.

 

-Taking Sydney to her first game.

 

-Seeing how proud Shawn was to share something that he loves with his kids.

 

 

And next year, it will be different.  Not worse...maybe better.  But different.  There's probably a life lesson in there somewhere.

 

Today, in the final moments of the game, I watched people around us snapping photos together.  Recording the memories.  Saying goodbye.

 

Is it silly?  Maybe.  But somehow, it seemed appropriate.

 

And as we walked out of the stadium, we chuckled about something else that seemed appropriate for our last game in those seats...we lost today.

Pick Of The Patch

A couple of weeks ago, we drove out to the pumpkin patch for a day of fall fun.  We've been to this patch a  couple of times before; it's a great place to turn the kids loose and let them run to their hearts' content.  Before we arrived, I announced the rules for the day:  pictures first.  (Because I've learned that if you don't take them first, they don't get taken.)

 



Can we just stop for a moment and notice that Sydney's hair is the EXACT shade as the pumpkins? 

 

 

 

Once we got a few pictures out of the way, it was time for some adventure.  We wandered over to the petting zoo.  This year, Sam was all about making friends with the animals.  Sydney was more than happy to be friends at a distance.  I'm going to have to remember to take a roll of quarters with us whenever we do something like this.  Neither of us had any change in our pockets, so we didn't feed the goats this time.  (Don't worry....they didn't go hungry.  Those were some of the fattest well-fed goats I've ever seen.)

Sam and Sydney learned how to play corn-hole.  Who needs rules?  It's much easier to hit the hole if you stand on the corn-hole board.

 

 

 

Sam remembered the slide.  He talked about it in the car on the way there, so there was no way we were getting away without taking a trip (or twelve) down it.

Sydney would only go down the big slide with someone else, but she did like crawling through the tubes.

They both loved the kid-sized corn maze.  I love anything that lets my kids run and burn some energy.

But the absolute STAR of the day was the zip-line.  I was surprised (and pleased) with how well Sam did on it.  It's so funny to me to see the difference in my kids:  I have one who is very sensitive and loving but thrives on adventure, while I have another one who is sassy and you wouldn't expect to be afraid of the devil himself but wants NOTHING to do with thrill-seeking.

 

 Sam has already asked when we're going back.  Next year, maybe we'll talk him into that hayride.