FUN stories about our kids

My daughter is almost 9 and is in tumbling. Last year a few weeks before recital, she had just learned how to come up from her backbend. This was in her tumbling pass, so it was critical that she be able to do it. At dress rehersal, she fell trying to come up. The next night, her teacher was on stage right, and I was on stage left. My daughter went down into her backbend, her teacher and I were both going "Come on *******, you can do it!" and she did!! I don't know, nor do I care, if the audience heard us say "YES!" but ******* did. That has been my favoritest dance memory so far.

When she was around 3, her father and I were outside doing some work. She was inside eating a hotdog so the cats wouldn't take it from her. Her father went in for something and about fell on his backside. She had decided to wash the kitchen floor with dish soap. Thankfully she wasn't able to get to water.

We have also had our fair share of injuries. She was sent flying 5ft by one of our horses when she was 18mths, not a mark on her. She has fallen head first many times without major injuries. She broke her leg (tib/fib) when she was barely a year old. Had a purple cast for 4 weeks, and still tried to sit in boxes. She didn't let the cast stop her from learning how to walk. She has been to the ER at least 5 times for various reasons. I wouldn't change it for anything.

This past winter, she has been a great help to me. I broke my foot on halloween, and she had to help take care of me. She did it without much complaining. I owe her something wonderful for all of her help.

My mom says I was great at snapping up words and learning them by using them, but it could be really problematic at times. When i was four I was sitting at the table while my mom was listening to the news and I heard a word that my folks didn't use around me . I asked my mom what it meant, and after a moment's thought she said "it's a type of attack, dear".
I stored it away in my little black box of language acquisition, and the next day, a neighbor, who had that bad habit of letting her dog poop on our lawn was out there again, gracing our lawn with her pappillon's daily work of art.
I immitatied my mother's grumbling about the dog, and when we got out of the car, I ran to edge of the drive way and dredging the most dire of my four year old vocabulary, gave her the best I had:
"Lady, if you don't get that dog off our lawn, I'm going to come over there and rape it!"
I wondered why she picked it up and ran. I wonder why my mother picker ME up and ran into the house. Well, by mother explained that that wasn't the type of attack that I should be threatening a dog with.
Any way, she claims this happened. I just remember seeing the lady grab the dog and run.

My oldest brothers were very close in age and always daring each other to do strange things. So they came up with a plan, to see if they could lite the one brothers farts and used to brag about the blue flame.

Both of my daugters have attempted to cut their own hair and yes those kids play scissors do cut hair. So when my oldest was 5 she cut a good handful right out of the top, leaving about an inch. This caused her hair to stand straight up, no matter how much gel/spray we used. Several kids at school wondered what happended to her hair and it took 2 months before it laid down flat.

We can't possibly be running out of fun stories, can we?

Here's a recent one. Our little guy is turning 7 in a week. I'm a procrastinator. He doesn't like parties. We have plans to "celebrate" at a local water park the Sat before his bday, then have cupcakes for his classmates on his bday. I was talking it through with him, getting the okay. Then he told me (as expected) that he wants me to tell everyone not to sing Happy Birthday to him (that's a sensory thing that sets him off). I said I'd be sure to do that. Then...he looks at me and says "When I get to be YOUR age, we can sing it."

My age????? rofl.