Giddy Up!
January 15, 2010 at 3:02 pm | In Ryland | 2 Comments
For those of you who don’t know (both of you), I am fairly clumsy. Maybe more than “fairly.” When I was a kid my dad had a song and dance dedicated to my being a klutz. So, it wasn’t a huge surprise to me last week when I was taking the garbage out I slipped in some mud and took a major tumble, banging up my knees and hands. When I got inside I was limping and in tears. JAMP asked what was wrong. I told him Mommy fell. Naturally, the first thing out of his mouth was his new favorite word, “Why?” I told him that my cowboy boots were slippery on the bottom and I fell in the driveway.
Fast forward to this week. I told him I was going to take the garbage out and would be right back. He said “Don’t wear your giddy up shoes, Mommy.” I had on my shearling slippers, so I asked “Are these my giddy up shoes?” He looked at me like I’m crazy (perceptive kid) and said “No, silly mommy, those are your slippers.” I must have looked confused because he opened the door to my closet, pulled out a cowboy boot and said “These are your giddy up shoes, Mommy. Don’t wear them when you take the garbage, you will fall.”
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Oh, I just LOVE that story…sniffles. Your baby doesn’t miss anything.
Comment by Carol/Tide — January 16, 2010 #
such a cute story!
Comment by casey — January 24, 2010 #