Friday, July 23, 2010

"But, Momma! It was on accident-awee!"

Hail is constantly pleading the 5th. Occasionally, the evidence so strongly points his direction, that even he realizes there's no need to plead anything other than guilty. When he does, it's almost always followed by, "But it was on acci-dent-awee!" Which is usually met with the response, "You did NOT accidentally stick a fishing lure up your nose/throw Lightning's new batman in the trash can/kick Thunder's Lincoln Log cabin over/dump out my diaper bag/hit Her Highness in the face/etc.....No, sir. That was done on PURPOSE."

Lately, I've felt the need to look at sweet pictures of Hail. They are being used as a reminder that deep down, Hail is a sweet and loving child. I need this reminder so that Child Protective Services would not be a service needed in my home.....
...and not for the child pictured, but for Hell, errr, I mean, Hail.
These pictures do not do that poor baby justice.

Hail "accident-awee" kicked a ceramic bowl that was in the floor. The ceramic bowl that was less than six feet from Flash Flood's head, on the floor getting a stinky diaper changed.
The bowl landed on Flash Flood's face, and broke immediately. I called Bert, using a demonic sounding voice, normally reserved for labor, and informed him of Hail's behavior. Bert understood immediately, if he ever wanted to see his third son again, he had better rush home to save him. Hail was sent to his room, to await his Father's beatin', and avoid my wrath. Bert held a "prayer meeting", which was quickly followed by a come to Jesus moment, as most of The Storm "prayer meetings" usually do.
Sobbing, Hail apologized to me and then to Flash Flood, who had already forgotten all about his nasty boo-boo. What a tough nut. Guess he has to be. Her Highness cried more than he did. When she saw all the blood that was pouring from his sweet head, she immediately burst into tears and squealed, "If he has to get stitches, I will have to go outside! I just can't stand to hear him cry like that!!! Waaaaaahhhhh!" Stifling a belly laugh, I informed Her Highness that facial wounds bleed like crazy, but don't always have a need for stitches. Fortunately, I was right, and the cut has almost healed completely.
Between the scare of nearly killing his baby brother and the prayer meeting, Hail realized throwing and kicking toys/books/dishes/rocks/etc was not the way to go. I'm happy to report, there have been no other incidents... well, this week anyway.
Oh, Hail.....

8 comments:

Whitney said...

*kisses* for Flash Flood. :( Bless his heart. And what? is that hanging from Hail's nose?? lol. I love your kids. They are so comical. :P

Holly-- The Storm Chaser said...

Whit, it's a fishing lure. Yep. I know. He ain't right!

Jennifer said...

You leave my favorite alone. So he almost took out the baby's eye. BIG DEAL. That's why you get two! He's so stinkin cute. You lay offa that kid, or you're not invited to my birthday party.

And I think Hail and Scott would get along great. This evening I took them to a playground in the hopes that they would leave me alone and bug some other mom sitting around watching her nice kids. And promptly found Scott sitting on Warren's back, bouncing up and down, pulling the baby's legs up and trying to get them behind his ears. Ugh.

Jennifer said...

And I just noticed the hiney! Ohh, I just love those things.

The Hills said...

I often ask myself "why am I being punished for what Thomas did as a kid? I was a sweet little girl...I don't deserve payback!" One little mess out of 5, not bad! :)

McKinney Madness said...

Your stories are so funny, although I'm sure you're less than amused when the "acci-dent-awee's" actually happen! He's so darn cute though, you can't help but smile just looking at him!!

Mandy said...

Your hail sounds just like my middle child. *sigh* Imagine the size of the storm if ever got our kids together. Class 5 hurricane, I tell you. sheesh.

Whitney said...

I'm still giggling at fishing lure. :P Glad it wasn't any real creepy crawlie *shudders*.