This post is part of "Laughter Lives! Tuesday" on the Riggs Family Blog. Check out their blog to read everyone else's "Laughter Lives!" posts.I have decided to play along with this fun request:
Post a story about something that your children said/did to make you laugh.
I'm reaching back into the archives for a certain story that I think got quite a bit of laughter.
It's from Monday, December 10, 2007
"Score one for Mom!"
It's days like this that make me absolutely love being a mom. "Days like what?", you may ask. Is it the warm hug they give you before they leave for school? Is it the joy on their face when they return home to fresh-baked cookies and just-milked-from-the-cow-fresh milk? Is it when they say "And God bless my mom, the best mom on the whole earth." when they pray at night? Is it their sweet angelic faces when they're fast asleep?
Naaaaaaaaahhhh. It's none of that. That's for moms with toddlers who don't know any better --- yet.
No, what makes me LOVE being a mom is the chance for me, when we're just one-on-one, to embarrass the crap out of them!
I finally caved and took Son #2 to the dr this morning. His lymph nodes have been swollen for 2 weeks now - I guess beyond the "it's normal" stage. And now that one looks to be the size of a miniature golf-ball, I thought, "Well sheesh, I guess I'd better take him in. There's goes a morning of good tennis -- dang it!".
So I took him in (and before you call CPS, I actually made the appointment on Friday). As we entered the exam room he plopped himself down on the table and then proceeded to do what he's done at every doctors visit for 13 out of his 15 years: play with the stirrups. Every. Single. Time.
He started pulling them out, then pushing them in, then pulling them out, then pulling them up, then pushing them down, then back in, etc. etc. etc.
Then here's what happened:
Me: "Please put those back and leave them alone (something I've said probably a million times in the past 13 years).
Then he asked the question he's asked probably a million times in the past 13 years:
Him: "So what ARE those?"
Me: --- thinking, 'I have had enough of this now, so you think you wanna know? OK, buddy--here goes.'
"Those are stirrups. When a woman goes to the doctor to have an exam, or say, to the hospital to have a baby, they pull those all they way up and she puts her feet in them."
I then sat back and enjoyed the view.
I could see it start at the tippy top of his head --- the slow, yet all-too-apparent horror start to dawn on him. His eyebrows furrowed for just a second -- only a nano-second really, and then they shot up, almost into his hairline. His eyes narrowed and then widened so far that I thought they'd pop right out. His mouth widened just as much --- he formed first a huge O, and then it turned into a disgusted grimmace. He dropped the stirrups like they had turned in to lava. He used the tip of one finger to gingerly shove them back into their hiding places. Then he wiped both hands on the legs of his jeans -- totally and utterly disgusted, embarrassed and wishing there was a huge hole to swallow him up.
It was a proud, joy-filled moment for me. It still brings a tear to my eye to write about it.
Today's Score
Son #2 -- 512
Mom -- 7,476,221
Naaaaaaaaahhhh. It's none of that. That's for moms with toddlers who don't know any better --- yet.
No, what makes me LOVE being a mom is the chance for me, when we're just one-on-one, to embarrass the crap out of them!
I finally caved and took Son #2 to the dr this morning. His lymph nodes have been swollen for 2 weeks now - I guess beyond the "it's normal" stage. And now that one looks to be the size of a miniature golf-ball, I thought, "Well sheesh, I guess I'd better take him in. There's goes a morning of good tennis -- dang it!".
So I took him in (and before you call CPS, I actually made the appointment on Friday). As we entered the exam room he plopped himself down on the table and then proceeded to do what he's done at every doctors visit for 13 out of his 15 years: play with the stirrups. Every. Single. Time.
He started pulling them out, then pushing them in, then pulling them out, then pulling them up, then pushing them down, then back in, etc. etc. etc.
Then here's what happened:
Me: "Please put those back and leave them alone (something I've said probably a million times in the past 13 years).
Then he asked the question he's asked probably a million times in the past 13 years:
Him: "So what ARE those?"
Me: --- thinking, 'I have had enough of this now, so you think you wanna know? OK, buddy--here goes.'
"Those are stirrups. When a woman goes to the doctor to have an exam, or say, to the hospital to have a baby, they pull those all they way up and she puts her feet in them."
I then sat back and enjoyed the view.
I could see it start at the tippy top of his head --- the slow, yet all-too-apparent horror start to dawn on him. His eyebrows furrowed for just a second -- only a nano-second really, and then they shot up, almost into his hairline. His eyes narrowed and then widened so far that I thought they'd pop right out. His mouth widened just as much --- he formed first a huge O, and then it turned into a disgusted grimmace. He dropped the stirrups like they had turned in to lava. He used the tip of one finger to gingerly shove them back into their hiding places. Then he wiped both hands on the legs of his jeans -- totally and utterly disgusted, embarrassed and wishing there was a huge hole to swallow him up.
It was a proud, joy-filled moment for me. It still brings a tear to my eye to write about it.
Today's Score
Son #2 -- 512
Mom -- 7,476,221
9 comments:
Okay, just so you know, laughed til I almost peed my pants! Go Mom!
Found this at the Riggs blog.
that was one of my favortie posts! I laughed so hard both times! I wonder if I can come up with one???? Love you sis!
When my son was about three, he told me that he remembered before he was born. I questioned him on it and he replied in a really irritated voice "I do remember Mom. I was layin around in your stomach like an undigested hamburger with no place to go and nothing to do!"
I love it- my post was about embarassing my kiddo too- ahh,the joy of motherhood!
I first have to tell you my husband is bald. My son Jared was 5 in the back seat with a friend of his Trenton also 5 and they were playing with little action figures. Trenton: "My guy has a big gun!" Jared: "Oh Yea well my guy is BALD!" I couldn't wait to tell my husband!
Love you,
Julie
Aww! That was funny! Poor lad,I bet he couldn't wait to wash his hands!
The last thing I overheard one of my kid's saying that made me smile was the other day while they were eating dinner in the kitchen.
I walked by (looking heavily pregnant now at 39 weeks!) and when my son thought I was out of earshot said to his sisters, "Don't know about you,but I think Mom's faking it!"
His sisters were rolling about in laughter!
laughed as much the second time around. thanks
Janine...Thank you for your comment on my blog..I am so sorry for your loss. You definitely sounded like me last year..I too fled for the holidays. Couldn't bare to be here for Christmas or New Years..Yes, mam the blur is there from last year..I want to give you my other email so we can keep in touch..Thank you for sharing of yourself, and to give of yourself to others, like me..OH, you know I laughed so hard with this post..Thanks for making me laugh..
www.bustascrap@gmail.com
Michelle
J,
This is one of my favorite posts of your. I have read it at least 5 times and laugh every time. I can see the whole scene unfold before me.
Cheryl
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