The very first outrageous thing my mom and I did together was to lounge in the hospital for Christmas, while Dad was at home making a festive dinner and being Santa for the four older kids. Back then (183 years ago) new mothers remained in the hospital for several days, resting and sharing care of the new baby with the nursing staff. (I am pretty sure Dad didn’t have a staff of any kind at home.)
Children weren’t allowed to visit new babies, so my sister and brothers didn’t meet me right away. All they knew was what Dad told them about me, and my sister said she was pretty cheesed off when she found out that Dad had totally lied when he said she was getting a new baby sister for Christmas, because they brought the baby home and moved her right into their bedroom.
Soon though, Mom took me out to the woods to leave me in the care of wolves, who taught me everything I know.
Except for drinking coffee with Pet milk in it. That was all Mom’s doing.
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That picture is amazing. You should be glad that the wolves had carpentry skills to pass on!
I love how time changes the way we look at things…. after admiring the mother and adorable future blogster I was puzzling over what looks like a laptop in the foreground. Anybody else have that initial impression?
Kathie (not your real name?) I want a website like yours. I’m old and my days are numbered so we gotta be quick about this. Just tell me what to do in 30 words or less…………. seriously.
MY mom said “We’re going to see Goldilocks” and before I knew what was happening, I was wobbling through the woods saying “Mama?” But she left me with a can of Carnation Milk…………no can opener though.
Carnation Milk is the best in the land;
Here I sit with a can in my hand –
No tits to pull, no hay to pitch,
You just punch a hole in the son of a bitch
I love that picture and you can’t complain too much because I see Skippy peanut butter in that picture. Wolves or no wolves at least you had Skippy peanut butter.
Yes, that was my toy laptop. I was very precocious and prescient.
The wolves taught me so much. A lot of it will have to remain secret forever.
Kathi is my Actual Name.
Mom took the peanut butter home with her. I got to keep the rest of the Pet Milk and the MJB coffee,
I’d like to know where those wolves are, and will they babysit for me days? Great pic!
woods? that’s seven springs campground in arizona. go thirty feet from the creek and you are lucky to find cactus, much less woods. mom had the wolves flown in from canada, and that’s where you got that accent.
Bob, if I have told you once, I’ve told you a million times, don’t try to confuse me with facts. By the way, did you teach me the wrong way to tie my shoes because you resented me for taking your place as the baby of the family?
The wolves are always happy to babysit. Some of the babies don’t come back, though. If you get my drift.
Yeah, I’m thinking wolves is the way to go. If you lose a few kids, that’s all part of the gamble!
YYYAAAAAAAYYYYYY. The booties are back in the banner. I also like the chicken one. Hee hee!!!!!
that’s just the schadenfreude in me. velcro was not invented yet.
Now I have to look up a word???? Dang.
Children, children. Play nice or I’m calling the wolves.
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