Tying Up Some Loose Ends

In case you were waiting with bated breath to know from my "Most Embarrassing" post which ones belonged to me, I thought I'd do a little follow up:

#1 and #3 were both mine...as much as I would really not like to claim either one. Especially the kissing one.

Oy, I still cringe to this day!

The only reason I can own up to these moments now is because more than a decade has passed since they happened, which is the only amount of time (in my estimation anyway) sufficient enough to take the 'sting' from it enough to share publically.

Which means that all the embarrassing moments I've had since then...well, they'll be fodder for my blog years down the road. And there have been plenty, believe me!

Oddly, both of those episodes took place in Microsoft executives homes, which made us a little leery of accepting any further dinner invitations from people we knew worked there, lol.

#2 Not mine. That was put in there for the sake of my mom who reads my blog, though she didn't own up to that one I notice. I did, however, have a strikingly similar experience in a Wendy's restaurant, which makes me think perhaps such ungainly pregnant behavior may run in my family, lol.

#4 was mine. Yup, my son has already used the F-dash-dash-dash (dash-dash) word (albeit unintentionally), and he's barely two!

I have a hunch little Judah will give me a real run for my money in this respect for some time to come, not because we're a family of blue-streak cussers, but because he usually has a binky in his mouth that makes lots of words sound like cuss words when he repeats them.

#5 Mine. I still hang my head in shame.

Ironically, one of the girls that ate that pie, long since grown up and moved away, was home visiting her family over Thanksgiving...and so I relived this one on Sunday in church, lol.

#6 This was actually my husbands moment, but I was there with him and keenly felt his pain. Especially later knowing he'd mimicked her, and our friend Jon was laughing about it! He could have at least said something and saved poor Jeff some of the humiliation. Or not, lol.

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We've recently found a couple more 'mystery toys' in our home, origins unknown.

We have a strong suspicion that they are from the church. Again.

Yes, a few of postings ago, I wrote about how our toddler has stolen toys from our church nursery before and secreted them home without my knowledge (my best guess is that they come home in the tote-on-wheels that I take to and from AWANA with me each week. I like to believe that theory, because the only other one is that I'm the most oblivious parent in the world, and before too long he'll be stealing big-ticket items from stores where they won't be quite so understanding!).

Well, our little thief has struck again. Judah has now also stolen a toy tiger.



He calls it a "kitty".

He informed me that "Kitty broken" and pointed to the hole in his tail where the stuffing is coming out.



I think he feels sorry for the kitty. "Kitty, owie" he says soberly everytime he sees it. He has dragged this poor thing all over the house.

We plan to return the kitty Wednesday, but I can already tell we're going to have a time of it when he goes down for bed, because he's already cried for this thing at bedtime.

Yes, we made the mistake of allowing him to play with his stolen toy, and now he's become attached.

Now it's bad enough that my son is only two and already has a 'rap sheet' as far as stealing is concerned...and from the church, no less!

But the other most recent theft?



The baby Jesus doll that is in our annual Church nativity scene float in our local Christmas parade. (Here the doll is wrapped in our son's blankie).

This is the very same doll I was looking for in the tubs of costumes at the church on Sunday, because I planned on taking it home to get it ready for the parade but couldn't find it.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered it was already at home!

Think I should be worried?