9.17.2012

OF BEDTIME STORIES AND ADVENTURES

huck in his favorite polarn o. pyret hoodie last year, 'cause this post is a sponsored post, sponsored by polarn o. pyret.
thanks, guys!

i was mopping the floor the other night (don't get excited), when i started thinking of all the old bedtime stories my dad used to tell us girls about the crazy mischief he and his brothers would get into when they were little boys. 

we'd eat up every word of those stories. they were the greatest because not only is my dad an amazing story teller, but also they were real, they'd really happened. those stories were the stuff of legend for girls like us who preferred not to get their dresses dirty.

one year for christmas he wrote all his stories down and had them bound for his girls. including hand-drawn illustrations, because my dad is the best.

so, the other night. i was (finally) mopping huck's yogurt footprints up off the floors. (vanilla yogurt footprints, so you could only see them when the light hit them just right. they made me happy for days when i'd see them, i almost hated to see them go.) huck quickly realized that if he took off at a sprint and then stopped mid step, he'd get some delightful skidding action on his bare feet for a few inches before falling decidedly hard, square on his diapered bottom. wiiiiiith a lollipop in his mouth. of course. the element of danger.

it doesn't take a genius parent to know this was an accident waiting to happen, so i did my whole thing. you know the one:

no running in the house!

huck! i mean it!

huck, i'm going to count to three!

(counting to three is super fun stuff, so for this one huck stopped sliding around and counted along with me, "doo! doo! fweee!" and then promptly resumed his sliding seconds later. so, not so effective.)

the next round huck slid not only on his feet but also on his bum and didn't stop until he'd gotten halfway under the couch. stuck like a pig with lollipop drool running down the side of his cheek, and giggling hysterically.

before my temper could get the best of me i had this vision in my mind of my huck telling his own pajama-clad girls this story at bedtime some day.

"i used to strip off my socks, plant my lollipop firmly between my teeth, and then RUN, and i got so wedged under that couch, that your grandma had to come pull me out by my arms...."

and then i realized he had every right to slide on those wet hardwoods. who was i to deprive my future grandkids of good bedtime stories? 

only, maybe hand over that lollipop first, mister.

32 comments :

  1. Ahhhh, I love this post so much. Sometimes I remind myself, and my husband, that our son is TWO. Let him pour water all over himself from the watering can if he wants to, for goodness sake.

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  2. great post! you're a great storyteller, too!!

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  3. Huck sliding on his diaper...I am laughing my head off right now!! If I had a penny for every single dangerous thing my kids manage to live through...

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  4. this brought a big smile to my face. i bet he'll be a great storyteller - it apparently runs in the family!

    x laura

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  5. Seriously, this is so good. I love that little image of his lollipop drool and those giggles which I'm sure were to die for!

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  6. real stories are the best and your dad's sound incredible, no wonder you loved them.

    and i am sure huck will have loads to tell his kids :)

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  7. super cool and so cute. little boys can sure drive us bonkers from time to time!

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  9. Ughhh, your posts make me want to have littles in the worst way! Law school debt be gone! And then it's happening fo sho.

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  10. I can just picture little Huck wedged underneath that couch, giggling like a mad man! Adorable.

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  11. This is so sweet and heart felt. Thinking you should record your dad's stories to tell to Huck, (if you haven't already).

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  12. 1. Lovely, hilarious post. Tear in my eye. Can't wait to tell my kid the "time we left the beach and you threw such a tantrum that you barfed in your stroller" story...a reminder to laugh at these little things instead of handwringing about yogurt footprints and barf strollers.

    2. Did you see Gretchen Rubin's post over at The Motherlode today? About Little Bear? It's as though you guys coordinated your themes today. Great stuff.

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  13. I loved every second of this. Huck is just the cutest!

    www.dailycatie.blogspot.com

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  14. HA HA HA HA! I think I write that a lot for your blog :) -- Your dad was craaaazay! And your kiddo is soooooo cute!

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  15. The best stories happen when parents are out if the way. I hope my kids still have a few good stories to tell ...

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  16. This made my day! I wish my dad had told those stories.

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  17. 1. your hair looks super cute in a bun like that. 2.with help from your sponsor, now i give can useful, modern and cute stuff for mama's to be, until my own lil bebe comes along. thanks!

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  18. Haha such a cute post! Children, esp boys are really active but fun to be around too! :D

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  19. haha - wedged under the couch! love it. such a heartwarming story, this one.

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  20. You obviously got your story telling genes from your father. Huck is completely adorable! XX

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  21. haha. oh my goodness. This made me laugh out loud!

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  22. Huck is such a cutie!! Great story :)

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  23. That's too cute!!! Can't wait to have some of my own bambinos.. :)
    The Rich Style

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  24. What a beautiful story. When you got to the bit about Huck telling his own babies about this story, I got a bit of a lump in my throat. So sweet! I love your blog so much xx

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  25. and it's posts like this that make your blog so enjoyable :)

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  26. ohhh, *hearts*!! i want to hug this story. : ) and i absolutely adore that your dad made a book of his stories for you. that is ... i can't even think of a word awesome enough to describe what i think of that. :D

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  27. Now I see where you got this amazing knack for storytelling. You were raised on imaginative material! You write like a famous writer. When I read these posts I feel like I'm reading something from a best selling novel. You really need to be published...

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