Lately I been thinking that enjoying life means celebrating the crazy. This is not a new concept for me. It's a big chunk of the reason I started blogging in the first place (597 posts of crazy, by the way!)
And boy, do we have plenty of it. Crazy, that is. Yesterday I started a list of the most current crazy. I was gonna hit ya all with the list, bullet form, and then I thought waaaiit a second. I need to spread this stuff out...people can only take so much at a time.
Let's start with Halloween...
Halloween fell on a Sunday this year, and tiny-town chose to trick or treat that evening. We have church at night, so we knew we'd be able to hand out candy for an hour and then we'd head the 27 steps over to church. In order for kids to come to our home to trick or treat, I put the boys on pooper scooper duty. Armed with the new scooper, gloves, and a plastic bag and bin they were ready to pick up poo. I supervised out the window for awhile and they seemed to be doing a good enough job.
I went back to my business of eating all the kit kats before trick or treaters came.
Later on, Ben went outside to see if they'd got it all. They'd missed some. They'd missed a lot, actually...mostly the old hard ones. Gross, I know. But Life in the Parsonage involves dog poop. Anyways, Ben and I looked at each other sort of dumb-founded. Because, really...wouldn't you pick those first because they're kinda easy to get....rather than the new, slimy fresh piles?!?
Not our kids.
Oh, it gets better.
Turns out, after they'd picked up all the "fresh" piles and put them into the cheap garbage bag I'd given them, they headed through the parking lot of the church on their way to the garage bin.
Of course they did.
That route is completely unnecessary by the way.
The poor cheap garbage bag never stood a chance as the boy swung it back and forth over the gravel parking lot of the church, where our lovely church family would be coming shortly to park and innocently walk through in order to get to their place of worship.
I blame myself really. Who in their right mind stops supervising three boys while they're messing with dog poo?
That would be me.
Some people never learn. *wink*
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Woo Hoo, am I the FIRST to comment? Wow, that NEVER happens!
ReplyDeleteSarah, you and I should be best friends AND next door neighbors. Your boys sound just like my boys and I do believe they are all very close in age!
Little boys NEVER EVER complete ANYTHING like a girl would. I have learned this from experience. They ALWAYS take the long way around to do anything!
Oh my...laughing with tears streaming down my face...so who re-picked up the poop?
ReplyDeleteYou are so funny sometimes girl
ReplyDeleteok so your expectations were unreasonably high. you learned. BUT don't give up.... keep those expectations high, cause when they actually meet them you beam with joy!
ReplyDeleteI love Kit Kats too! Loved this post.
ReplyDeleteI miss you! That's all I have to say about that.
ReplyDeleteOh PS: Gia's in 6 months now and it's not big on her!
ReplyDeleteI just wrote about "It's Always the Pastor's Kids" on Leading and Loving it! This would fit perfectly!!! :)Too funny.
ReplyDeleteHaving 3 boys myself I've adopted "I love crazy" as my motto! :)
I appreciate your writing about poop. It makes me feel better because I was just lamenting about how often I write about poop.
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SO funny! Your kids look adorable too, and I'm kinda sad that I did not get one kit-kat this year. I did get two mini-twix though. ;-)
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Oh my gosh that was great!! Thank you for a huge laugh!! :) I live in Crazyville myself...I feel your pain!
ReplyDeleteHilarious! Embracing the crazy sounds like a good plan. Better than my constant battle against it when I had two boys and lived 27 steps from the church!
ReplyDeleteBravo young friend!
HA! I love this post. And "celebrating the crazy" is going to be our new family motto. I hope you enjoyed the Kit Kats! :)
ReplyDeleteThat's a great shot i love it!!! Ur kids are just so precious!
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