I'm a bloggin fool today

If I were ever to resign myself to using the non-word "ya'll" as a word, I'd say that my blogging binge is to make up for the time ya'll will be missing me while I'm gone to visit my sister. (But I have to force myself to use the non-word ya'll and even had to erase "you guys" when I intended to use the non-word ya'll on.purpose.)

Now where was I going with this? Oh, yes, I discovered an awesomely funny new blog and Sabra's story gave me a blast from the past I thought I'd record for B and share with you all. (See, it's two words, and never the two should appear with an apostrophe)

B Learns to Pee

( I thought that up myself ;O) )

4 summers ago, Hubster was working in the town where my in-laws live and since their house was basically empty and there was no school age children here to shuffle, we got to go stay with him. One night, we took the kids to the park to play and were basking in the glow of each other's company as B and K played. K was about to turn two and B was three. They were playing on a grassy hill with some other children, and nearby, was the port-a-potty style rest room. B hollered to us to ask if it was OK to go potty. We said sure, thinking, "it's right there in front of us, only has room for one person, yeah, that'll be safe." I turned my attention to K when my husband started to laugh and said, "Look at your boy." There he was, in the middle of the grassy knoll, peeing. And he'd not yet mastered the intricate art of using the zip fly in his jeans for it's intended use. So, there was my kid, pants around his ankles, just a' peein', right in the middle of the kids, the park, the other parents.

Which just reminded me of another blog worthy occasion which happened pre-blog, but needs preservation as well. Lets call this one:

How to Embarrass Your Older Brothers 101

( I thought of that all on my own too, I am on a roll)

When we first moved here and I wasn't so jaded and torn down by life, I volunteered for stuff. I was on the board for the Wrestling BOoster Club and found myself in charge of the end of year banquet. We did a great job, and had a wonderful turnout. I was seated at the head table with K in the highchair next to me, facing out over the crowd, and listening to the Coach call one of my sons to the podium for "the" award of the night. I'm clapping and shooting photo's and suddenly become aware of laughter. Lots of very loud guffawing and howling. My friend seated next to me pointed and said "Look at your boy." And there was B, wild eyed, nekkid from the waist down and laughing like a maniac, fueled by the delight of the crowd. I'm usually really great in front of a crowd, but I distinctly remember the getting the feeling that my cheeks had just been sunburned in the worst way as I walked that long walk of shame to collect my giggling child and his pants from another mom who was straggling along behind him, panting, saying "I tried to stop him, but he just laughed and went around me."