Bamp-tizzle-ised

 

On our way home from Adventure Club last night:

Victoria: Oh and I want to be bat-mi-tized

Me: Do you mean baptised?

Victoria: Ya, bap-ti-mi-tized. Bat-tized.

Me: Baptised

Victoria: Bat-tismal-tized.

Me: Baptised

Victoria: Bap-ti-tised

Me: Baptised

Victoria: Bamp-ti- ..... oh forget it.

  Of course she and I both were having fits of giggles by the time we got home, over her not being able to pronounce the word.

Upon arriving and the house, she burst in the door and said, " Hi Daddy.  Guess what!?!?  I want to be bamp-ti-mi-tized!"

Dad:  What?

Insert roars of laughter from both Victoria and I here.  

SSShhhhh, it's Victoria's secret.

 

 

Where has your chapstick been?

Dislcaimer....  this is not my story, just a funny story I got in an email.  And we can all use a laugh once in awhile.



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 the mat in our bathroom. 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 loved chap stick. LOVED it.. He kept asking to use my chap stick and then losing it.
  

Finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom that I kept my chapstick and explained he could use it whenever he wanted to but he needed to put it right back in the drawer after he finished because I used it sometimes several times a day.

 That year, on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around to 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 go into the bathroom.
 
There was Eli. He was applying my chap stick 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 bottoms do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind. And the only question to 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

Toad, Also known as Vicki's potential prince

We have a couple toads or frogs or whatever you want to call them living under our deck.  One is quite tiny and the other only moderately small.  They are both a greenish brown and bumpy. 

They frequently venture out from under our deck and hand out in our gardens.  I wasn't going to blog about them, because try as I might, I can't seem to get a really good picture one of them.   Everytime I find one hanging out in the garden, it sees me and runs, ahem, hops away.  And in it panick, hops right into the lattice that surrounds the space under deck every time. 

Every time. No ever accused a toad of being overly intelligent.

I have this one picture, but it is a little blurry as Vicki decided she couldn't stand still.  I think she was in early stages of peepeedancetosis. 

I have discovered a wonderful thing about having toads living under the deck.   Toad hunting (not in the death inducing I'm going to eat you way) occupies a 6 year old for extended periods of time. 

She has not yet named the toads.   Nor has she tried to kiss them.



Did you know that there is no difference between toads and frogs?  It is just two names for one crazycuteyetdisgustinghoppyjumpynotsosmart species.