Hurdling

If you all rack your brains, I'm sure you can think of several moments in your life that are too embarrassing to summon out of the compartment in the back of your brain where you've attempted to stuff it away out of memory. I have many of those......so many that the compartment will allow no more until it's emptied. So, here are a few that will hopefully make you laugh and lighten my load- being tricked into eating dog treats (thanks Em and Dave), wearing my basketball shorts backwards in a game and having the ref stop the game to have me change. Backing into my Bible teacher's car in the school parking lot in front of him and half the school...convinced the "CRUNCH" sound was a paper cup or water bottle being run over??? The one I wish to purge/share today- picture this: Sheridan High School 2001.....track meet. Gun goes off, I take off out of the blocks charging towards the finish line. Hurdle 1- cleared. Hurdle 2- cleared. Hurdle 3- BAM...TUMBLE.....SMASH......BLOOD. For those of you who are familiar with that school, you'll remember what that track was like and not be surprised that I still have scars on my legs from that tumble. Anyway- that was my first and last attempt at hurdles.

That being said- I get another shot at hurdling....in my own house. My once beautiful house with perfect coffee table and hardwood floors now consists of rugs covered with random toys, open spaces and GATES. The other day I was in the kitchen and Ben was in the living room playing with toys. I was getting a glass of water when all of a sudden, I see Ben rounding the corner and CRAWLING full speed into the kitchen. The light went on and he figured out the moving forward thing. I've heard rumors that bigger kids don't crawl so I was convinced that he wouldn't but all of a sudden the light went on and we have a mover. Baby on the go. So last night we went out and bought a massive gating system for our house that is now taking up part of the dining room and most of the living room. We have to step over them to leave the main room, step over them to go upstairs....constantly step over them. Poor Brina is baffled by her new restrictions.

The gates are necessary....take that back- they are mandatory. The "T" in "TULIP" is clearly evident in my beautiful baby boy. He doesn't go after the multitude of toys within arms reach. He goes straight for the DVD player, the outlets, computers, Brina. My new broken record phrase of choice is "No, Ben, No!!" Ben laughs. He literally thinks it's a joke and laughs at me when I say "No." Hmmm....

Anyway, pictures and video to come of our new home set up and our mobile man. Hoping these gates are nicer to me than hurdles....