tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555191244102972923.post2518800062152313476..comments2023-05-11T00:38:23.906-07:00Comments on Stupid Is A Five-Letter Word: 26 Reasons Kids Are Pretty Much Just Tiny Drunk AdultsButtercuphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10201235659652895050noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555191244102972923.post-84773883682715627592013-05-10T09:42:52.157-07:002013-05-10T09:42:52.157-07:00These two were particularly uncoordinated. They al...These two were particularly uncoordinated. They always looked as if they had just learned to walk and were still busily building neural synapses to address the requirements of balance and timing. It was a hoot, except I was completely terrified that they were going to die on my watch.Buttercuphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10201235659652895050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555191244102972923.post-53793603300159509382013-05-09T08:34:04.231-07:002013-05-09T08:34:04.231-07:00It's true what you say about youngest children...It's true what you say about youngest children. My mom wanted me to stay "her baby", and my three older siblings never took me seriously BECAUSE I was "the baby". The dynamic lingers a little bit to this day even though we're all in our 40s. Drives me nuts but it is what it is. <br /><br />I laughed out loud at your description of the twins bouncing off each other down the stairs. Hahahahah! I can picture it. Kids are hilarious at that age.Rachel Lucashttp://www.rachellucas.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555191244102972923.post-81168305554932546152013-04-30T07:21:42.491-07:002013-04-30T07:21:42.491-07:00Yes, I am consoled, my soul is healed. My Nana wa...Yes, I am consoled, my soul is healed. My Nana was not the kindly lady that worshipped her tiniest angel and my Mother had this theory that I would be picked on harder if I was protected. That may well have been true, but all it did was make me feel isolated and loved less. <br /><br />That said, I grew a great personal sense of self reliance and I would not change a memory. Would a protected mama's boy have chased his older brother through the house with a bared machete screaming death threats and traumatizing both the brother and the older sister babysitting? I don't think so. Mama's little angel, that's me. Heh...Tuerqashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10362473821989457188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555191244102972923.post-11141150837973408602013-04-29T18:21:28.475-07:002013-04-29T18:21:28.475-07:00I think the "baby" of the family is neve...I think the "baby" of the family is never really allowed to grow up. So they never really gain access to the placement of the older kids and adults. Sucks, but there it is. Every Nana wants her tiniest angel to stay that way...so you got the little kid's fold out bed...just like at the hotel.<br /><br />If it's any consolation, I would have had to sleep in the fold out bed, because even though I was the middle kid, I weighed in at around 85 pounds in junior high (made it all the way to 98 in high school...so I was always put on the shitty mattress because "I didn't weigh anything". My brother, 3 years younger, grew bigger than me early on. So I got shoved to the back of the bus.<br /><br />Buttercuphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10201235659652895050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555191244102972923.post-83073772328938054632013-04-29T13:14:08.224-07:002013-04-29T13:14:08.224-07:00Yeah, haha, except for the youngest was the stooge...Yeah, haha, except for the youngest was the stooge. I'm the youngest...<br /><br />My brother's favorite thing was at my Grandparent's house. When I, as the youngest was maybe 4-6 years old, my Grnadparents built a huge pretty house on Lake Michigan, expensive real estate. And they loved their only son so much they added a full upstairs that was made specifically for our family to visit. A room with a king size for Mom and Dad(and a mini-living room besides), a separate room with a queen size for my only sister, and a large room for the three boys, with two single beds. <br /><br />It still mystifies me. Was I that hated by my oh so proper Nana? I had the best manners of the boys, why did I rate a fold out bed with a bar in the middle that could always be felt even in my lightest days? Not sure if you guessed it or not, but I got folded up in that bed so many times I started sleeping with my knees touching my nose. Har har and screw all you older siblings!Tuerqashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10362473821989457188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555191244102972923.post-8893214111047500032013-04-27T21:07:07.192-07:002013-04-27T21:07:07.192-07:00HAHAHAHAHA! Love the story about your daughter.
W...HAHAHAHAHA! Love the story about your daughter.<br /><br />When we were little, my sister and I made our brother, who was considerably younger than we were, sit still while we put makeup on him. We liked the practice and it was deliciously naughty. AND my brother was far too young to know he was being made the stooge.<br /><br />Buttercuphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10201235659652895050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-555191244102972923.post-70044591554773544442013-04-27T18:43:50.240-07:002013-04-27T18:43:50.240-07:00#14 isn't anything my children ever did, but t...#14 isn't anything my children ever did, but the cats do it all the time. I really don't know the attraction to shoes which smell like dead dog poop (which is the best description I can give for what the car smells like in the summer when one of the kids takes their shoes off), but it has a very soporific effect upon felines.<br /><br />For that matter I'm still about as coordinated as the kid in #8.<br /><br />My girls never drew on each other, but I do remember being woken up one morning and even without my glasses I realized something looked odd about my youngest. Putting on the glasses and I realized she had no bangs left at all. The child who wouldn't let me near her with a pair of scissors to trim a single wayward strand of hair had sat still for God knows how long while her older sister gave her a hair cut. Which involved trimming that bangs back to the hairline. <br /><br />That afternoon there was a visit to the hairdressers' and the first of many pixie cuts.Library-Gryffonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06446982343602702829noreply@blogger.com