My little grandson...the ham photo by tlpoague |
I have been running ideas around my
head all day trying to come up with a topic to write about. Nothing.
Zilch. No luck. So, I do what I usually do in a moment like this. I
poke around on Facebook, check out a few hubs on HubPages, bog my way
through Bubblews, and finish a round on Google + in the hopes that
something will spark an interest. When that didn't work, I made a
pass at reading other blogs.
Then it hit me.
A few days ago I was having a
conversation with a friend on FB. She told me that if I ever had a
reality show on my family, she would love to watch it. This led to us
sharing a few videos and laughing hard enough that a toilet was in
order.
So...today's serving is Funny Friday.
I have this 13 month old grandson that
is a comedian. He is so cute with his dark eyes, dimples, curls, and
laugh, that women will stop us to tell us how precious and cute he
is. (Even with his curls cut off he is still so adorable you want to
hug him all day.)
So anyway...my children call to say
they were coming over for a visit with our little comedian. This was
clue that we needed to baby proof the house in under ten minutes.
Quickly Mr. P. and I raced through the house putting up gates, making
sure the plug-ins were covered, items to be broken placed
higher...you know...the usual stuff.
We had an enjoyable evening that
started with dinner. While eating we watched our little ham put on a
show for us. He made Incredible Hulk faces, scrunched up his nose,
and fed Bella (our dog) when he thought on one was looking. If we
laughed, he would laugh. If I scolded something his mom said, he
would do the same. My sides still hurt when I think about it.
After dinner, my daughter helped to
clear the table, while the men drifted off to the war room to resume
their computer game. (For those that may not know...our family
bonding hour consists of loads of computer games.) Since the little
ham followed the men, my daughter and I resumed our task of cleaning.
We were chatting away about much of
nothing while doing dishes, when my daughter suddenly grew quiet and
drifted off towards the dinning room. I asked her what was wrong. She
stated that little J was much too quiet. She was going to check on
him.
Bella and my grandson photo by tlpoague |
Just as I was finishing the rinse job
on a plate in my hand, I hear her say, “Julius...what are you
doing?”
This peaked my curiosity so I grabbed
my camera, on my way, in search of what the commotion was about.
Sitting in the dark was my wonderful
grandson. He had grown quiet because he knew what he was doing would
get him into trouble, but he couldn't resist the lure. He had climbed
over the barricade we had made to keep him away from the wood burning
stove. (I should have known that this would not keep him out since he
has realized he can climb over gates, out of his crib, and open
certain doors.)
My daughter flipped on the light and
shook her head. Camera rolling, I couldn't help but laugh a little
and scold him myself.
There he was...pleased as can
be...playing in the ashes. He had found his own personal sandbox.
This is our little grandson getting busted...
This is our little grandson getting busted...
How could you scold a face so cute?...
Our little J photo by tlpoague |
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