A blog about the wild and wonderful adventures of one crazy lil' gal from West Virginia!
So the other night, I was looking forward to a bubble bath to relax and decompress. I popped in a movie in my 4yo daughters room, and went to soak in the tub. As I lay back and stuck my toes under the gloriously hot water, I let out a sigh. Relaxation, aaahhh! As the bubbles filled up the tub, I closed my eyes and started to enjoy peace and quiet. Not for long. I hear the pitter patter of those little feet, and the 4yo pops into the bathrrom, and had to go potty. Okay, no biggie. WHile she is pottying, she notices the bubbles. Ooooohh momma, BUBBLES! So after she finishes, flushes, and wipes, over she comes to the tub. 4yo-"Whatcha doin?"Momma-"soaking in the tub, aren't you suppose to be watching your movie in your room?"4yo-"Weeeell aaahhhh..." as she swipes her hands down in my bubbles. Somehow I knew my relaxing bath was not to be! So my 4yo is still mesmerized by tub bubbles. She doesn't like them in her bath, only to play with mine. So my nice relaxing soak, turned into trying to keep some bubbles for myself, keep the 4yo out of the tub, and to somehow manage to stop her from poking me(which btw she thought was hilarious!)4yo-"momma, I see your knee...(poke)"Momma-"Stop it! Go watch your movie!"4yo-"momma, I see your shoulder...(poke)"Momma-"Punkin Doo, STOP it!"4yo-"momma, I see your toes!...(poke)"Momma-(laughing)Punkin Doo, I said STOP!"4yo-"momma, I see your boobies!...(momma grabs hand of 4yo...)Momma-"I said no!...(momma launches lecture why we should respect the word no, and why we don't touch there...)SIIIIIIIIIIIIGH.....maybe another night!
Stopping by via the hop :) I LOVE the title of your blog, too cute :) I'm following via Google Reader, my GFC hasn't worked in months :(
Hi! What an adorable pic! Newest GFC follower from the hop. :)Kathywww.lifeonlakeshoredrive.com
OK, quick tattle!Years ago, when 19-year-old Dear Son was around 10 he decided to run away! It was a cold December evening (in Florida, lol) and he hadn't taken a coat or jacket. We looked everywhere and called everyone we knew to call before we broke down and called the police for help. It was getting dark and he had disappeared!Looong story cut very short, the police eventually found said juvenile and returned him to our home. After the police left, Dear Son recalled to us how he had been on his way back to our house walking up the sidewalk along the main road when the police officer drove his cruiser across the grass and stopped right in front of Dear Son. It was then Dear Son told us then line he will never live down: "That cop woulda hit me, IF IT WEREN'T FOR MY CAT-LIKE REFLEXES!"Yeah, we ask about the cat-like reflexes regularly. He's still got them! And recently, after catching his baby brother before little brother fell off the couch, Dear Son said "Thank goodness for my cat-like reflexes!"
@CHill, love the "cat like reflexes", too funny! Welcome Jane and Kathy!
hi, i'm following the "aloha friday" hop. i would love for you to visit my blog and follow if you like it.http://www.blackinkpaperie.blogspot.comthanksnew follower bev
Welcome Bev! I love your blog, your a hoot! I followed via email!