Wordless Wednesday

Laughter Lives in Our House

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.

This week's variation on the theme of funny things that come out of our kids' mouths is the things they say that embarrass us.

One of my favorites happened when our son, Connor, now age four, was nearly three. Connor, having been nursed until just before his second birthday, is a little “breast obsessed”. He still remembers what it was like to nurse and periodically asks Mommy why he can no longer nurse. I typically answer that nursing is for babies, and Connor is a big boy now, and also tell him that there isn’t any milk left in my breasts. Shortly after he was weaned, he used to talk about refilling my breasts with milk and would try to use his sippie cup or a water bottle to refill them so that he could nurse again. I would tell him that it wouldn’t work, that God is the one who fills mommies’ breasts with milk for their babies to drink.

We were over at our friend’s house shortly after she had a new baby, and Connor noticed that she was nursing her infant. He exclaimed, “Look Mama! God filled Shell’s breasts up with milk! Isn’t that great?” I tried to ignore him, which only made him repeat it louder and louder until I acknowledged that it was, indeed wonderful that God had filled Michelle’s breasts with milk.

Out of the mouths of babes, right?

Not Me Monday--My First Attempt!

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to my charming kids to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.



Thanks to the utterly fabulous MckMama for all the laughs and the freedom to just be ourselves to celebrate the start of a new week.

I did NOT restart my blog on a Monday after nearly 2 years of bloggity silence JUST so I would be able to participate in this therapeutic Not Me Monday after a few weeks of jealously sitting on the sidelines. Nope—Not Me!

I certainly did NOT wait until just 4 days before my son’s birthday party to actually invite any of our friends after having scheduled the storyteller a full 11 months earlier, and our son’s favorite restaurant over a month ago. No, NOT me! And it was certainly not a desperate emailed invitation after finally giving up on the hand-stamped pirate invitations I had planned. I certainly did NOT buy the still unused, adorable pirate stamp set at least 2 years ago for the purpose of making the invitations that never materialized. Oh, and this was most definitely NOT the second year in a row that I sent such a desperate, last-minute, emailed invitation for my only child’s birthday party. NOT me! I, being such a wonderful, caring Mama would never, ever do that!

I absolutely did NOT experience an actual blog-reading injury while lying in bed this last week when the laptop slid from the breast shelf, on which it was perched (before I decided to raise my legs to stretch my back) to crash into my bottom lip causing swelling and pain on said lip that did NOT last a day. Oh, and this injury that didn’t happen did NOT cause me to immediately vow to start blogging again on the following Monday (today) just so I could post about how it didn’t happen.

I did NOT forget and miss the day I was assigned to make dinner and take it over to a friend who just had her 4th child in 5 years, leaving them to wonder if dinner would ever appear, and eventually scrounge something up on their own. I am certainly too conscientious of a friend to do that!

Finally, I most certainly did NOT type this post still in my red snowflake pajamas at 1:44 in the afternoon, while having a lunch of stale coffee that has been by my bedside for 5 hours, and the remnants of the Frito bag, which I certainly did NOT just tip and pour into my mouth! Oops...my son did NOT just find the empty bag and call me out on finishing it! Good thing he didn't witness the method that I would NOT want him to imitate!