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Our not-so-traditional family newsletter: part II
Last week I gave you the first five of my most favorite family moments of 2011 used in our family “newsletter.”
Here are the top five:
“Feathers went flying, chickens went squawking, kids landed in the dirt, tears were streaming and by the time I had everyone picked up and put back together, I was having to explain why the goats were … uh … on top of each other.” - A simple visit to a friend’s farm we a bit awry this summer …
On the first day of Kindergarten this year, I received an email from my son’s teacher. It started out saying he had an “awesome first day,” that he is funny and reminds her of our older son. But then … ‘We were talking about all the things we were going to learn about this year such as penguins and snow,’ she wrote. “He said, ‘we should learn not to eat yellow snow, it’s not good for you!’” - Nicholas makes his first impression at school …
“My son has crabs. Now that I have your attention, let me clarify. My son has crabs of the hermit kind - like, in shells crawling around a pseudo tropical island (plastic Palm trees included) in our house.” - After he failed in talking us into a pet rabbit, Nicholas became the proud owner of two hermit crabs compliments of some family friends (their status now questionable).
“I wrote a few lines to my son telling him I hoped he was having a nice day at school and that I was (am) very proud of him. I signed it, “Love, Mommy xoxo” … parenting fail! Epic parenting-fail!” - Putting a note in your second-grader’s lunch box is “not cool.” Sign it with X’s and O’s and he will not speak to you ever again. However, it is a great motivational tool: “Get your room cleaned or you just may find a love note somewhere!” Mr. Noah has also opted to move into the guest bedroom this year, a friendly reminder to us how quickly he is growing up.
And the winner is:
- “It was when we returned the next day that Grandpa then confessed.
Apparently, Memaw left Grandpa in charge of the kids for all of about, oh, five minutes (what was she thinking?).
Within this five-minute-eternity the boys began wrestling and knocked out the new sliding screen door.
While Grandpa was wrangling the boys, fixing the door and probably uttering a few choice words under his breath, Memaw had returned.
After taking in the chaotic scene she asked, ‘Why is she all wet?’
All eyes turned to the two-year-old, now dripping with slimy water.
While Grandpa was distracted with her brothers, our girly-girl daughter was using water from the fish pond to wet her hair down and make it ‘pretty.’”
How do you not share this story with, well, everyone? We went out of town for a (as in ONE) night and the kids stayed with Memaw and Grandpa . Enough said.
Can’t wait to see what 2012 has in store!
Contact this contributing writer at Motherhoodcolumn@yahoo.com or facebook.com/MotherhoodCTC.
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