Das Not Funny! Friday: Dis. Is. Serweousss.


Wow. I think the days fly by faster and faster each week, don't you? Maybe it's the 6 kids thing. Maybe it's because I'm getting very little sleep. Maybe it's just because it's officially summer here and we play that hard all day.

Or maybe the days just go by faster and faster each week. No matter how you slice it, it's Friday again which means it's time for another edition of Das Not Funny! Friday. Not sure what Das Not Funny! Friday is all about? Click here for details.

Here's the funnies....

One day earlier this week Ashlee was crawling into our 15 passenger van and I just couldn't resist. Her booty is just much too cute. I reached up and gave it a little squeeze. With that, Ashlee whipped her little red-head around and said,

"Mom, be careful near butts. They'll shoot poop on you."

I think my friend Cathy is right. It's staggering the percentage of my life that is devoted to poop.

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Sometimes it's humorous that the kids feel the need to tell me when Ella is crying. Sometimes, it's not particularly funny. Like when we are in the car and Ella is screaming her head off. Such was the case earlier this week. Ashlee was sitting beside her and pipes up from the back seat,

"Mom! Ella's cwying."

Stressing about the situation I respond, not so nicely, "I can hear that Ashlee."

To which Ashlee retorts, "Dis. Is. Serweoussss."

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Finally, I've debated back and forth, back and forth, back and forth on whether to tell you all this one. But, every time I think about it, I chuckle.

When Ella was about 3 weeks old, Luke took a day off work and we took the WHOLE family to the zoo. At the time, Ella refused to take a pacci. Plus, she HATES her carseat (even now). Most times when she is in her carseat, she screams and screams and screams, as I referenced in the above story.

We live about 40 minutes from the zoo. All the kids were tired and we were trying desperately to get home before anyone fell asleep (as to ensure that everyone would take a good, long nap when we got back). Ella, as I mentioned, was screaming her face off. As her cries became more and more stressful, I tried harder and harder to get her to love her pacci.

Gagging and screaming ensued.

Finally, I did what I had to do. As Luke drove our van, I draped my body over Ella's carset and nursed her while we drove down the road. I can only imagine what the view looked like to the car behind us to my children in the seats behind me. However, it worked. After about 3 minutes, she was snoozing soundly and we drove the remainder of the way home without Ella serenading us with her wails.

Now, if I could just figure out how to do that and drive the van...

Y'all have a fabulous weekend. That's an order.