A Mommy Blog About Raising Men, Not Boys.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007


I have this hope chest that my greatgrandfather made for my greatgrandmother.
I am so fond of it, that my husband often questions whether or not it was carved from the Ark of the Covenant or the One True Cross or what-have-you.
It sits at the foot of my bed, the way a hope chest should.
Last night, in my typical absent minded hurry of putting my kids to bed I went past it, ran into it (as always) and JAMMED a piece of splinter the size of a palm tree into the back of my leg.
Okay, it wasn't the size of a palm tree.
It was THIS size.
Now, imagine that you have to PULL most of that out of the soft, tender, fat part of your thigh (okay I don't have a THIN part of my thigh - leave me alone.)

Got the Willies yet?

Here, to make the shuddering stop, here is a cute picture of the Baby Birth of Cool who fell asleep watching Zoboomafoo.

Your heebeejeebies should be all better now!


Elizabeth said...

OMG that splinter is HUUUUGE! Ow ow ow!

But aww, your son is so cute in that photo.

Izzy said...

I was all WHAT THE HAIL IS THAT???????

Yeah, Zoboomafoo puts me right out, too. But my daughter? A HUGE fan...

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Rebecca said...

Oh dear Lord, that makes me hurt just to see it! And thats all I have to say about that!