These Are The Moments...

There were three of us girls. My two older sisters, when they were under 5 ran cream of wheat down the sink with hot water! Mom laughs now when she tells this one. When I was very small, I took a bite of a picture, which stuck to the roof of my mouth. I had mom and grandma in fits wondering what was wrong with me and what the heck was that in there? Another time, I was drinking from a glass, and bit right into it, getting glass in my mouth. Luckily, I did not get cut!

When the oldest two were two and three, i guess they decided to roast the baby who was about six weeks old. I guess they couldn't fit her into the roasting pan. She was covered with spices.

My mother had 8 kids in the family. I remember my oldest brother was very troublemaking and he was mad at me and threw me the scissors and it hit me in my calf, my mother had to run to the doctor and punished my brother. Another time I was climbing the fence and it was tore and I got stuck there with my left thigh and again she had to run to the doctor. My younger sister was running around a crystal counter at my father's shop and she stumbled and got cut in here forehead and my mother tought she had been cut in her eyes but thank God it wasn't and again she had to go to the doctor. She has many experiences that are too long to write here.

Moms are amazing aren't we? I know that I have had my patience tried over and over again. My oldest daughter climbed out the upstairs window one time when she was about 2 and was on the porch roof. The roof was slanted and I was so scared that she would try to crawl off before I got her in. I was in the room with her and turned my back long enough to hang a shirt up and she had unhooked the screen and was out the window. She painted her bed with nail polish- brand new bed that looked like a car. She also got into a bottle of Children's Tylenol and had to go to the hospital. My youngest daughter hasn't done a lot but she did break her leg when she was two. One thing for sure there is never a dull moment with kids around.

My youngest recently decided he wanted some soup. I had already told him no, wait for dinner. He went in the kitchen and opened the can himself, slicing his thumb on the lid, trip to hospital & stitches. Not two days later, he wanted a piece of cheese from the block of cheese, got out my husbands fish boning knife (very sharp) and cut it. trying to put the knife back into the cover it was in, it slipped, cutting the SAME thumb. Back to the hospital, more stitches. He also pulled a vcr on top of his head when he was two. My eldest decided he was hungry when he was 2. My husband was cooking soup on the stove. He pulled the entire pot onto himself and ended up with 2nd & 3rd degree burns on his chest & arm. They both decided when they were little to wake up in the middle of the night, empty the entire contents of the refrigerator on the floor, and drank all the ketchup, syrup AND hot sauce !! Those are just a few of my battle wounds !!

Hi and god evening twoey68 I must say your mother had her hands full that for shore. But, you were curios and did things to find out. Kids to that. But in the end it get´s wrong. I can not think of anything bad my kids have done that have made me angry. But they have done things that made me laugh. I do hope your mother think of this and smile as god memory's.

Wow, I bet she was close to losing it sometimes!! LOL My son has CP and will not sleep in a bed. He sleeps on the floor. We had just put new carpet down and got up one morning and he had diarrea during the night and had gotten up and crawled all over the house. It was everywhere. We had to spend the day sanitizing the carpet, him and gagging all the time. It was awful. We have big poles in between rooms in our house, and my other son decided he wanted to decorate them. He drew teepees all over them in marker. It was all on the side of his playroom. He had gotten the permanant marker out of my work apron. That was a mess.

My mom said when I was about 2 I was found trying to catch a bus down town with no clothes on. Dont remeber my kids doing much of anything But Grand daughter used to take her diaper off in playpen and doo doo and put it every where .Daughter would be sick as she cleaned it up

OMG! The mess in the picture looks like a nightmare alright! LOL! Poor parents! I never had a mess like that to clean, but I did have to clean permanit marker up of my carpet and walls and even my white couch once. My daughter loved to color and she had a box of markers. And that time, I worked in daycare and I was doing a project at home and was using her markers and got her markers and mine mixed up and I left my marker, witch was permanit in her box and when she went to color, she saw something new and went to town on my living room. Now, I know to always double check her markers before I let her have them.

My son used to take off his diaper no matter what kind of clothes I put on him, too. Now he leaves his diaper on, and just puts any other clothes he can find on, over the clothes he is already wearing! And then when I go in to get him out of bed, he complains and says he is sticky and hot. lol He's 19 months old, by the way. My son has been pretty good about listening when we tell him not to do something, but for some reason he is obsessed with deodorant. If he finds one around, he takes the lid off and sniffs it, and then licks it if he gets the chance. We had to call his pediatrician recently about that, because he grabbed one and was trying to eat it. He didn't get enough to make him sick, though. Since then I've made sure we keep them locked in the medicine cabinet. If we leave them out on the sink, he can use his step stool to climb up on the potty, and then get them. My son doesn't leave his room without my husband or I giving him permission, so that really helps cut down on him getting into things. We keep an eye on him when he's up and it really cuts down on things he can get.

The worst things my daughter has done by year: At one she could take her own diaper off and run all over the house free as a bird and learned how to turn on and off a computer. Need I say more. At two she swallowed bubble tape thanks to her lovely grandparents and a string of it ran down her esophagus and I had to sit there and pull it out while I hear her making gurgly sounds and I try not to panic while my ex-husband held her and tried to keep her still. At 3 she took a red permanent marker and drew big lines, trees, stick figures, and so on all over her white slat board walls (we lived in a 100 year old shotgun farmhouse), and all over her white bookshelves and other furniture. It took us hours to clean it up. Also, we laid down to take a nap, she got up while I was still asleep, snuck out of the house and went to her grandpa's house. At 4, she came out of her bedroom stark naked on her bouncy ball (you know the ones with the handles an they can sit and bounce on it). I thought she had undies on, then when i told her to get back in her room she turned the ball around and she was stark naked, of course we had company on that evening. At 5, she cut holes in her clothes, her jacket and her pants. She had learned how to make circles, squares and triangles by this time. Brand new clothes did I mention that? At 6, I left her for an hour and a half with my brother, who was told that she could not go outside without me being there (I know he isn't the most observant person), she snuck outside, he actually noticed and he told her to come inside, to which she said "your not my f'n dad" and started screaming like a banshee. He had to pick her up and tuck her under her his arm and bring her inside kicking and screaming further ingraining the fear of my brother having children. He was almost in tears by the time I got home. At 7, she forged her report card for absolutely no reason and got caught by her teacher. She really underestimated her teachers at the time. She had good grades at the time. 8 and 9 were quiet years. At 10, she fell down the cement steps through the railing on our front porch, cut her leg to smithereens, couldn't wear pants for three weeks, and couldn't go to school for one week. 11 was another quiet year. 12 she decided to bounce off of her bed in the middle of the night, cut the back of her leg so deeply it required 17 stitches, but figured what the heck it could wait til morning. She came to me in the middle of the night and said she hurt herself, didn't specify how badly so I thought she just hit her leg, she got in bed with me, at 6:30 in the morning, her legs were soaking wet with blood and so was my bed and I took her to the ER where they put 17 stitches in her butt and thigh. When we moved to north Carolina, she slipped in the bathtub, knocked herself out, cut her chin and of course I had no idea where the hospital was. But fortunately she was ok. So far I am waiting for the next chapter in my daughter life.

The thing mine son done was drink a bottle of kersene and turn blue. He scare the daylights out of me.I blow my car up taking him to the hospital.

MY mom read your discussion and she laughed so hard! She remembered a time my brother got up early and painted his room and himself in diaper cream! She laughed over that memory and said after that she always set her alarm for 6 am! My brother is gone now and it was nice to see Mom laugh over something he did!

my son gives me answers to some questions which i find very difficult.he keepa tab on me all the time.he is only 13.also if i eat an omlette he asks me how many i ate for the moth. veyr pesky boy.still we need to keep him in control.he took a cycle one day and smashed into our car itself.he had a very bad broken hand.

hahah!! ohh myyy!! you guys were quite the handfuls werent ya!! lol.. YOur poor mom! lol..well so far it hasnt been that bad raising Skylar..he once colored in crayon.marker and painted alll over my white walls lol..my mouth hit the floor and he was 2 yrs old..he got in the top cubboard where i hid the stuff and must have been up since 5am working hard lol..well after i almost gave up all hope..and was gonna paint..my friend told me about the MAgic eracer..WHOOOO GO DOGGIE! it go everything off i was so happy!!and another time he was outside playing and i was talkin to my neighbor and he stripped totally naked..he was 3 this time lol..and ran around laughing.and it was funny u saw this trail ofclothes and this little by bum jigglin lol..it took us several misutes to catch him lol..

Well just yesterday my 2nd and 3rd sons dumped an entire large box of white rice on the kitchen floor and proceeded to fling it everywhere. I spent a 1/2 hour vacuuming that one room yesterday but I'm still finding rice. My youngest daughter dumped a quart of dark green interior house paint on herself and the floor...she was still really little and just knocked it over and the top popped off. It was only REALLY bad because my s/o and I had just started dating and this happened at his parents' house and they already did not like me at all. My oldest son played in a brand new tub of butter when he was two. My oldest daughter was the one that was the big mess maker though. She scattered a whole pound of spaghetti noodles on our living room carpet, mixed a dozen eggs and a lot of sugar on the kitchen carpet, went through a phase of dumping all the condiments...mayo, ketchup, chocolate syrup... My youngest is still too little to get into too much trouble but I'm sure it will happen soon enough!

Oh twoey, you just HAD to bring up those memories, didn't you? LOL! My children, I guess, weren't any different than anyone elses. They loved making messes. My oldest was probably the best at it. He loved splattering things all over his room. One time it was baby powder (a whole brand new GREAT BIG container of it!) the next it was a brand new tube of desitin. I swear that's the reason my daughter didn't have hair until she was three. He rubbed it all over her scalp. He also managed to find a pair of scissors and cut holes in my quilt, bed sheets, bathrobe, and jammies. I still have them, and he still feels badly about doing it. My middle child was my good one. Her biggest challenge was cutting her hair. She's 6 years old now, and I still find her chopping her bangs off. It wouldn't be so bad, but she cuts it right at the root! My youngest has decided to polish our bedroom floor. She found the tub of turtle wax that Dad was using, and poished the floor. There are still little specks of green wax in areas we can't reach. as far as I go, hmm... I don't remember doing anything like this. I was a perfect child (or at least that is what I tell my mom!)

Wow, twoey, your mom should have received the all-time best mother award! I would have been climbing the walls if my kids had done those things. Looking back, my kids were pretty well-behaved. They never did much damage to the places we lived in. About the worst things I can remember were once I left them with a sitter and they had broken this large china dog that I used to keep sitting by the front door, and my next-to-youngest daughter was trying to cook one day and accidentally caught the oven mitt on fire. Luckily we were able to put it out without calling in the fire department.

My son's a Houdini, bird in training, and future mountain cliber, among other things. He's only a little over a year, so I know I have much worse headed my way. He's climbed every piece of furniture in my house and fallen off of it, tumbled down the stairs; eaten the dog's food and drunk his water, my herb garden, mulch, a few bugs, newspapers, my bills, half his Elmo (the poor thing's hideous now); strips daily; pees in my clean laundry, on me at night, on his cousin, in the dog dish; strips my nephew; he's played in his own poop; clogged the toilet with my travel shampoos and toilet paper; taken off running down the street stark raving naked; need I continue? I found him stuck in a tree yesterday. I still don't know how he got outside, much less in the tree. At a year! I think it's karma; I was the kid falling off the roof every other day or cutting off a random appendage. He's alright though, his head's a rock and he can take a hit better than most grown men. Blessed Be

As of yet there really isn't anything that terrible that my niece has done - she's only 9 months old. But I know our family is going to be in for it as she gets older by the stuff we did when we were kids. My mom had four girls, plus whoever else was hanging around with us at the time, so we were always doing evil stuff. We talked the youngest girl in to preteneding she was surfing by stnding on the arm of a rocking chair and swaying back and forth - she was four - and she ended up crashing onto the christmas tree and breaking not only the tree and ornaments but also her collar bone as well. Or the time no one wanted to play barbies with her so we ducktaped her to the bunk beds and held her captive all day while mom and dad were at work. or the time another sister wanted her rollerskates and we locked her out of the room - well she busted through the door like cops do on tv! In the process takin the door off of it's hinges and also her shoulder blade as well. You wouldn' think little girls could be so mean, but we were! I dread the day this kid gets older and like we were and hope she is an olny child!