Archive | February 18, 2013

Katie the Bear! (Grrrrrrrrrrrr!)

Here’s another memory I found and it’s a real “Katie classic”! This is one of my all-time favorite “duh moments” she’s ever admitted to! At least this whole incident taught her a lesson…she’s not a bear!  Enjoy…..

Well, my daughter did it again! She never ceases to amaze me!  The other day, when Katie got out of bed, she told me her back was itchy and would I scratch it.  I scratched it and the day moved on.

When I got home from work that evening, Katie once again asked for her back to be scratched.  Thinking nothing of it, I obliged and scratched her back.  She proceeds to tell me that at school that day, her back had itched but her friend, Sushmita, didn’t know how to scratch it like I did and she was glad I was home so her back could be scratched.  I started to wonder why she was so itchy all of a sudden.  I went to the kitchen and made supper, and forgot all about her itchiness.

Then came bath time for Katie.  As she began to climb in the tub I noticed something terrible on her back!  It looked raw, totally brush-burned and scabby!  How could I have not known about this?  Of course, I immediately questioned her–“What happened here?!!!!!”  Katie proceeds to tell me. “Oh, I was really itchy at recess today, and since Sushmita didn’t know how to scratch my back, I used a tree.”

“You what?”

“I used a tree.”


“I lifted my shirt, leaned against the tree and started rubbing up and down until it stopped itching.”

“Like a bear?”

“I guess you could say that,” she says.

“Did you ever think this was a stupid idea?” I asked.


“Do you have any idea what your back looks like?  Do you realize you could have given yourself splinters?  Do you know you aren’t a bear?” I questioned.

“Yeah, Mommy.  But I don’t itch anymore!”

"Ooooo, a little more to the left!"

“Ooooo, a little more to the left!”

Well, her itchiness had ended after her encounter with the tree, but now it’s back full force since the scabs that formed are starting to come off!  When will she ever use her head?  I guess she was–she was thinking like a bear!  🙂

One of my favorite pics of Katie! She was about 22 months old here.

One of my favorite pics of Katie! She was about 22 months old here.


Ready for Anything (A memory from 2009) ☺

Here’s another oldie but goodie! ☺

The other week, we had to have our septic tank pumped.  This meant that Dave would need to dig a hole and find the top of the tank so that when the pumper people came, they could do their thing.  Dave went out and started to dig.  Katie announced, “I’m gonna help Daddy!” and out the door she went.

Next thing you know, in comes Dave and he heads for the basement.  He came back up the steps with Katie’s toy garden tools so that she really could help him!

Katie and Dave are out there digging away, when suddenly, Katie makes a beeline for the house.  I didn’t think much of it, just figured she had to go to the bathroom.  She comes flying in the door all out of breath and says to me, “I’ll be right back!  I need to do something!”

As she went down the hall, I hollared out my usual “Don’t forget to flush!”  (Little did I know that she had other things in mind instead of going to the bathroom!)

Next thing you know, here she comes!  She is wearing a play hard hat that she got when she built her own bear at Boyd’s Bear Country, and she is wearing a pair of gloves.  I say, “What are you doing?”

She replies, “If I’m gonna help Daddy, I need to have everything I need.  Now I’m  repaired for anything!” and out the door she goes.

She’s out there digging away in her “workman’s outfit” while I stay inside rolling with laughter over her “repairing” herself for work!  What a kid!

This was taken around the time of this story in 2009. Boy has Katie grown up since then!

This was taken around the time of this story in 2009. Boy has Katie grown up since then!


Follow That Bird!!

I was looking at my Facebook page this evening, and remembered I had written quite a few “notes” on FB before starting this blog. Seems like no one writes “notes” on FB anymore since you aren’t as limited in how many words you can put in a post. But, some of these stories were pretty hilarious, so tonight I’m going to post a few and have a little blast from the past!

Here’s the first of those stories:

We get home from work this evening, and Katie decides to play outside. She’s not out long until she comes flying back in the house. “Mommmmmmmy!!!! There’s a bird in our basement!”

Now, of course, I think she’s making this up, ’cause how could that possibly be?? “Katie, there is not!”

“Yes, Mommy, there is! I was on the front porch and saw something move in the basement window and there’s a bird pecking at the window like it’s saying ‘let me out, let me out’!”

“David!!!!! Katie says there’s a bird in the basement!”

“I’m on my way to check it out….. (mumbles under his breath)…sure there’s a bird in the basement, yeah right!” So, down the steps goes Dave and within minutes he’s back up.

“So, no bird, right?” I ask.

“Oh, there’s a bird all right! It’s a stinkin’ starling. I’m getting my pellet gun and letting it have it! Be right back!” A few minutes pass…….hmmmmm, I’m not hearing the pellet gun go off……hmmmm, wonder what’s going on…….

Still can't figure how a starling ever got into our basement!

Still can’t figure how a starling ever got into our basement!

“Dave! Did you get it yet?”

“NO! It’s flying around now….dumb bird!” Waiting, waiting…….CRASH!!!!

“Honey what happened????”

Here he comes up the steps. “Bird’s gone.”

“You shoot it?”

“Nope. Dumb thing kept flying around the room and landing on the window sill and kept pecking the window. It was retarded. I’m sure the bird is stupid.”

“Sooooo, what was the crash?”

“Well, during one of it’s laps around the room, I opened the window and when it landed again to peck the window, realized it was open and flew out.”

Dave spent the next hour trying to figure out how a bird got in the basement. It’s a mystery. There were no open windows, and they were all locked. There was no way it could get out of the chimney and into the house because it wouldn’t be able to get out of our furnace. No hole in the dryer vent big enough. So, Dave heads for the attic, thinking perhaps he came in that way and crawled down through the duct work or down through the wall. No evidence of bird entry there either. We are clueless how this bird got into the house.

I got it! It’s a ghost bird, that’s it! It can pass through walls! I’ll stick with that for an explanation! Anybody else have any thoughts????