Tuesday, September 16, 2008

We've become THOSE people

I remember my mom once telling me that when I was little, she occasionally gave me a chicken bone to chew on at dinner. Apparently, I was a handful when I was little and this was one way I stayed distracted so everyone else could eat in peace. Don’t tell Craig that, I like to blame him for Kate’s craziness and it’s been working so far. But seriously mom, a chicken bone? That is appalling. I know we were a little backwoods where I grew up, but I am pretty certain the stores CARRIED TEETHING BISCUITS. I can picture my parents having people over for dinner, with me in a highchair, gnawing on some leftover bones. That lends itself to assuming that a different person had already eaten the meat off the bone. Yum. Do you want to throw these away? Nah, just throw ‘em to the kid. I can’t believe they didn’t take a picture of this, you know, to play in the slideshow at my high school graduation. Isn’t that what you are supposed to do when you subject your kids to such humility?

I can’t believe I am telling the internet this. If I didn’t though, you would not fully appreciate this:

Yeah, um, now where was I?

Kate is the universes way of providing me a slap in the face, a proverbial wake up call. You know, for the mom whose kid WON’T EVER DO THAT. I am so not serving anything with a bone next time we have dinner company. The best part of the meal was that she started barking … and panting … and barking … and panting. Please tell me I’m not alone? Your kid does this, right? Right? Why is no one answering me?


Andi said...

You said to tell you it wasn't only your kid. Okay I am here to tell you ' It isn't only your kid!'.
It is YOU and your kid! LOL
thanks for the laugh!

Carol Beth said...

LOVE the picture; with the red barbecue sauce she looks like a true carnivore--reminds me of pictures of lions after they have feasted on their prey.

Wow, that was rather macabre. I will add she is a VERY pretty lion! :)

Caroline said...

OMG, I am LOVING this. Lyndsay, I'm pretty sure you are my sista from another motha. ;0)

Anonymous said...

Oh internet friend...(haha)...I wish we lived closer...I love your blog, it makes me feel like you're just next door! :) Nah, you don't want to be our neighbors - our neighbor is a pervert who watches me with binoculars. You guys can be the cool people that live down the road from us. ANYWAYS - love this story!!! It totally applies to us. Well...to Brian. He swore up and down his child would never call him by his first name. Well...that all changed yesterday when Piper realized her daddy had a name and it was Brian.

dizzblnd said...

If it makes you feel ANY better.. my MIL used to give my kids the chicken bone to gnaw on as well. Kept them happy