Monday, January 31, 2011

True Story Tuesday - Grandpa Bear

You know those stories that practically write themselves?  Ones that you just can’t wait to say, “you won’t believe what happened…”?  We’d love to read yours!  Join your post up for True Story Tuesday and share your tale!

Just write your amazing/hilarious/outrageous/miraculous and TRUE story and add the gobbledygook code underneath the True Story Tuesday button on the right sidebar; then come back to link it up at the bottom of the post for some comment love!


This week brought to you by the dauntless hero, Mr. Daddy.




Let’s begin with a round of introductions:

These here are the grandkids:

Cutie Left and Cindy Lou Hoo:


And their photogenic parents:



And the Mr. Daddy/Grandpa who happens to adore those kiddos… I think it’s mutual:


And of course, yours truly and Itty Bit were along for a playdate at the mall.

And this is what a normal social situation consists of:  those three kiddos making friends with any and all other little people there.  They have a blast:


They can get rowdy, but not rough.





Well, yesterday afternoon the playground was a bit busier:


And by the time our hero had occasion to show his valor, there was a crowd of nearly 15 kids swarming over every toy.

The scene of the showdown was this prized piece of real estate:


No, not me.  And not my camera (though I fell over backwards in an effort to protect her).  But the slide.  The glorious slide.

See that little munchkin on it at the left?

She was about to meet this little munchkin.



A tiny little bully wandered in alone and positioned himself as King of the Mountain Slide.

Any child who dared to step foot on it was summarily shoved, pulled, hit, kicked, and generally beaten up.

Several times, I approached him with smiling entreaties to “be kind, be gentle, no hitting”, while looking around pointedly for his parents.

A little girl braved the slide steps and made it to the top.  With a firm shove, she was knocked backwards onto the floor onto her head.

Her eleventy-month pregnant tattooed mother jumped up and yelled,

“HEY!  You don’t do that!”

As the playground quieted, she looked around and said loudly,

“I’m sorry, but NO ONE touches my kid!”


No parent stepped forward.  The adults began to murmur.

Whose kid is he?  Did anyone see who he came with?


The woman put her crying daughter’s coat on and left the playground.

Another dad came and removed his son.

And yet the little bully persisted.

Hitting, kicking, grabbing, shoving.  The kids just wanted to play.  And he hurt every single one of them that ventured too close.

And then he made his fatal mistake.

He reached for Cindy Lou Hoo and pulled her by her shirt.

He reached up and grabbed her by the hair.

In a flash, her mother and I were up.

And a voice thundered across the wide space.



As the bully grabbed another tiny girl, Mr. Daddy stepped over the seats and strode toward him.

With his finger nearing the meanie’s face, he bellowed,



The entire mall went eerily quiet.

The kid stared at Mr. Daddy.

And twice more pushed his luck.

Mr. Daddy strode off to the security desk to find out who the meanie belonged to.

And in those several seconds, the boy took aim and kicked Cutie Left in the stomach.

Aware that some sue-happy parent could threaten me, I picked up the lightweight bully and removed him from the slide.

I stood him up in front of me and said loudly,

“Honey, we don’t hurt other people.  Where is your Mommy?”

He smiled at me.

“Where is your Mommy honey?”

Another smile.

I looked around in desperation, to be met with looks from other helpless parents.

Mr. Daddy returned with a teenaged security kid.  Who had no luck getting the kid to identify his parents.

Mr. Security Kid gently took the bully’s hand and led him out of the playground.  The kid broke free and ran to a man who was sitting on a bench.

Friends, this kid’s father was seated 50 feet away from the slide, watching the entire scene without caring.

Here’s the setup… see that bench behind the shoe rack?  The slide is several more feet to the right.


He had a badly obstructed view.  There’s no way he could have kept an eye on his son.  But there was no doubt he saw me pick up the kid and set him down off the slide.  There’s no doubt he heard me ask where the kid’s Mommy was.  There’s no doubt he made eye contact with me and sat there looking mildly amused.

As Security Kid began talking to him, the guy seemed totally nonplussed.

In fact, he made a show of seeming comfy on the bench.

Parents were shocked.  He’d been there all along watching parents leave with crying children.  I was stunned… If anyone had picked up my child,  would have been there in a heartbeat… facilitating a Come To Jesus meeting.

(Can I get an Amen?)

Oh but that wasn’t it!

We watched as he continued to sit there, ignoring Security Kid’s pleas to leave.  He let his son run back into the playground and hit a couple more kids.

Security Kid called for backup.

Bigger Security Guy showed up.

They continued their little chat.

And TEN MINUTES LATER, the guy was still sitting there all comfy.

And then the heavens parted and the dude stood up.

with the kiddo



Parent Fail Dad is escorted toward the exit and decides to suddenly get talkative.

He stops next to Mr. Daddy, leans in  and says,

“You yelling at my kid?  You wanna take this outside?”


Oh Lordy.

Mr. Daddy steps back, puts his hands up, and says,

“Hey man, he was hurting the kids”

The womenfolk had gathered their kids and we stared at the scene.

Bigger Security Guy cut in,

“Hey now, that’s enough, let’s go, let’s go”.

I realized pretty darn quick, that between Mr. Daddy and his oldest boy, there was no way they’d be on the losing end of any fight.  But it didn’t keep me (and about 12 other parents) from nervously looking around for the next half hour… waiting for Gunning For A Fight to return.

We do what we can to keep our little ones safe.


Wanna guess how many relieved parents thanked Mr. Daddy?

I was first in line.



Please say you’ll play too!  Link up below and we’ll be around for some comment love!


Saturday, January 29, 2011

You're It


There’s a load half-wet in the dryer.

There’s a birthday cake waiting to be baked.

There’s a grocery list that won’t shop for itself.

And there’s a chick who needs a shower before venturing out.

But I thrive on pressure, so I’m abandoning my To Do list in favor of a game of tag :)

Saimi from Archie and Family tagged me a few weeks ago, and since I’m so timely and all…

I saw questions.  And places where my answers were supposed to go.  And I got that funny test-taking feeling in my stomach, so I’ll do the best I can, ha!


1. if you have pets, do you see them as merely animals, or are they members of your family?

Considering that I am willing to brave the psycho hose to fill this girl’s water bucket , I’d say she gets treated like family…


She is full of personality.  And I kind of sort of adore her.


2. if you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?

A dream? Well, we’ve been waiting on a house for a few years now…

I drool every time I look at this picture.  The dream would be having family filling that space!



3. what is the one thing most hated by you?

Bullying.  It has made my life miserable for two years now.



4. what would you do with a billion dollars?

Billion?  Well, Mr. Daddy would be out of excuses to not enlarge our family Winking smile


(We love Linny & DW – and that’s not even all of ‘em :)


5. what helps to pull you out of a bad mood?




6. which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?

It’s a trick question… because the answer is BOTH.  Our lives are so blessed. 

Truth be told… this was a tearjerker for me.  Because as I started to search through my photo folders, I realized just how surrounded by LOVE I am.  So grateful for my family and friends.

















7. what is your bedtime routine?

Eek!  Let’s just say that the answer to question #3 has led to some significant insomnia.  First Itty Bit crashes, then Mr. Daddy falls asleep at the computer, then yours truly finally tosses and turns on Mr. Daddy’s pillow.

Mr. Daddy’s pillow?  Why yes!  Because he stole my original pillow.  So I figured he liked the memory foam and graciously went and purchased another.  Then the man stole THAT one too!  I’m realizing that he’s a pillow thief and he’s NOT going to be one of those husbands that complains about too many pillows on the bed!

too many pillows


8. if you are currently in a relationship, how did you meet your partner?

Ahh, my “current relationship” consists of being happily married to this stud:


Back off ladies, he’s all mine.

We met at work.  I found myself tongue-tied when a soot-covered welder said hello and grinned at me with those eyes like the sea after a storm…

(50,000 OnceUponaMiracle points to whoever answers which movie that’s from)

It was not unlike being greeted by Mr. Chimney Sweeper…

Mary Poppins

Except, with less dancing… drat.

We were friends for 10 years.  I blame him for converting me into a hopeless romantic by quoting  The Princess Bride to me.

Anybody want a peanut?


9. if you could watch a creative person in the act of the creative process, who would it be?

Easy peasy:  I’d watch Dana Suggs in action – furiously writing down which camera settings she’s using for each shot.  And shamelessly begging to use her precious girl to practice on :)


(This is my alltime favorite of sweet Brooklyn – and I searched waaaay back to find it!)



10. what kinds of books do you read?

I adore reading.  But often have to choose between sleep or blogging.  And y’all are just too much fun!  Let’s just say that the only non-kid book I’ve read lately has been my Bible.  Other than that, I can quote most Dr. Seuss books in my sleep…

Seuss quote


But this baby is sitting on my nightstand waiting for that opportunity….

Monuments Men




11. how would you see yourself in ten years time?

Wow.  Let’s say I’d love to have a couple more kids sitting at that kitchen island helping make cookies.  I’d love to have traveled across the sea to bring them home.  I’d love to be waking up next to my pillow thief.  And maybe read a couple of books just for me by then…


12. what’s your fear?

My fear?  I had to face it when I was pregnant with Itty Bit and we received a possible “not compatible with life” diagnosis.  Did I trust God with my unborn son?


And again, when my vehicle was totaled in a high-speed hit-and-run accident that Itty Bit narrowly escaped being involved in.


Did I trust God’s plan and really LIVE this second chance I’ve been given?  Did I trust God to protect me from the fear of losing my child or leaving my child motherless?

Fear is a big thing.  He’s still working on me…


13. would you give up all junk food for the rest of your life for the opportunity to visit outer space?

The thought of being so far out of my comfort zone kinda ties into the last question.  I think I’d rather sit on my couch with my Gardetto’s Mustard Pretzels and Mountain Dew and watch a shuttle launch…


14. would you rather be single and rich or married, but poor?

What kind of question is this?  I’d much rather go through life with somebody who makes me laugh no matter our bank account balance (which is definitely laughable at times).


What?  You’d have a double chin too if you were trying to escape someone intent on licking your nose.  And yes, I will be kicking myself for posting this picture for a loooong time.


15. what’s the first thing you do when you wake up?

Easy.  I put in my hearing-aid.

ear horn

Then kiss my pillow thief.

No, I’m not bitter about the pillow.  Do I mention it much?


16. if you could change one thing about your spouse/partner what would it be?

I wouldn’t change anything about him…


But I would ask the Wildlife Department to please limit the hunting season to something less than THREE MONTHS OUT OF THE YEAR.

(anyone else remember the comments explosion about Mr. Volcom?)


17. if you could pick a new name for yourself, what would it be?

I would never ever want a different name.

My mother picked my name out when she was 12 years old.  And she loved it as much when she finally had a little girl to give it to.  I love that I was named after someone special to her.

Though my nicknames?  Pick which ones I feel like I could do without:

Ms. Vacuum Head






Snort Sister


18. would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?

Eek.  Forgiving is different from forgetting.  I hope that I can forgive in the same way God has forgiven me.  But I don’t believe it is wise to “forget” some things, even after forgiveness.


19. if you could only eat one thing for the next 6 months, what would it be?

At first glance, I’d be tempted to talk about my obsession (especially since I’ve been denying myself in an attempt to fit into pre-pregnancy clothes):


(the famous Tuxedo Cake)

But I really have a thing for savory… as in pretty much everything that comes from a tiny little Thai restaurant that I only get to experience on rare occasions (because the menfolk in our family have no taste buds and whine when us girls want to go there).

See how serious we are about our Thai food?


And my mother protecting her spring roll while saying grace?  Priceless.


I’m gonna wrap this up because those pictures are convincing me that I’m starving… and because I’m afraid Blogger is going to revoke my account due to picture limit abuse…


Thanks Saimi for tagging me!  And the unlucky bloggers that didn’t run away fast enough?  I tag these friends because I’d love to read their answers!

Julie at wifemomnurse

Heather at Reach In, Reach Out, Reach Up

HeatherOz at Oswald Cuties

Buckaroo Mama at Motherhood, Among Other Things

Dyannie at Listing Loquacious

GunDiva at Just Another Perfect Day

Saint Poopicus at Jerome’s Women

Bill & Juanita at It’s A Horse Life

King Julien at Foursons

Amy at Destination Life

Dana at Chaos to Grace

Michelle at Boytrapped

Shana at Blaze ‘N Crochet

Beth at A Work In Progress

There were a million more I wanted to add… but I know it can get annoying to those of you who always get tagged :)  I officially tag all of you readers, and would love if you let me know if you decide to play along.  I won’t get my feelings hurt if you don’t… but I might be willing to share some Tuxedo Cake if you do…

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Letters of Intent: Kickin It

Dear Itty Bit,

I love that you're practicing your soccer... even in the off-season.


And I love your little touchdown goal dance.






And I love your enthusiasm.




And you know… I was okay even after you kicked it up onto Grandma’s roof.





And was a good sport while your daddy laughed at his fun-sized wife trying to reach it.


But duuude

we need to work on your aim.



Because we do NOT need another repeat of this:



Your Protective-Of-Her-Eyeballs Mommy


p.s.  Go check out King Julien’s other letters this week! :)