I golf. Therefore I swear.

Peter never swears. Peter never swears around the children. But when a 2 1/2 yr old barn occupant runs wild and free bobbing her curls down the golfing range fairway at the country club because she could careless about golfing and more about the patio lemonade, the F bomb is bound to fly.

"What the F*** is she doing?!" Peter blurts. Then remembers. Remembers there is the eldest barn occupant standing at foot.

We were sure the new vocabulary word was going to be used the following day.  But nothing. We wait...

Such a sweetheart!

Though we usually make the most of a homemade card. I allowed McCullough to pick out a card for Father's Day this year. She had to have it. Inside reads: 

" May your Father's Day be overflowing with happiness!"

Daddy Hard Work

McCullough picked up a quarter and I asked her what it was. Though I wasn't asking for any specifics, I thought she might reply atleast, "Money."

But to McCullough, in her hand she was holding, "Daddy hard work." 

Another Cup?

Like most old barns, things fall apart. Currently, such is our bathroom door which is usually closed shut to keep out crawling barn occupants. When I heard a squeal of delight following the sweet sound of a splash, I instantly knew what shenanigans were taking place and where. This all brought me back to a tid bit I read somewhere, some time ago, that goes something like this:

 "When Sally returned home from a day out, Joe was beaming. He said he had such a wonderful day spent with their 1 1/2 year old daughter. He said they played on the swings, had lunch, played dress up and drank tea with all their daughter's furry friends. Sally asked, "Oh did she ask you to make lemonade for the tea?" Joe, proudly replied , "No, she put water in the cups and pretended it was tea." Then Sally asked Joe, "Where do you think she got the water? She can't reach the sink yet."

The Jersey Shore

It was hot. We took a swim in CC and Papa Pete's Pool. And naturally , like after most swims when kids consume 60% of their necessary h2o intake for the day...a bathroom break is vital.

Because of the countless trees on the property, I told Pearce to pick one.

Guess it was a day of selective hearing, because I turned the bend of the shrubs...and there he is...pants around the ankles... peeing into the sandbox.

Blinded by the Light

After fully disrobing in preparation for bed, McCullough pulled up the blinds to peek out the window in the bathroom. I stepped out to put on my own pjs. When I heard, "Help! Mama, Help!" I assumed she needed help brushing her teeth. Well, sure enough she was brushing her teeth and was fully leaned over the sink...difference in this time was the blinds were stuck between her two chubby cheeks of her gluteus maximus!

Do we have a doctor in the house?!

After McCullough fell off a chair, I went over to sooth her.

From the other side of the room, Dr. P.W.B. shouts out as if he had just arrived to a 15 car pile up, " Do we know if there is any blood?! "

The Easy Way

While we were all sitting enjoying our dinner, McCullough too was having fun adding her milk to her juice.

" Oh, what are we going to do with Cully?," I asked and then answered with, "Guess we'll just love her."

Pearce's matter of fact response was, "Sure if you want to do it the easy way."