If you really want to laugh you need to read the next few posts. I was going to put them all into 1 large post but a)it would be to long and b)your sides would hurt from laughing. So I will start this series with a story in which the Nerdling (9 months old) is at the center. So the enire Nerd Family went out of town for Easter to NerdDad’s parents. A day and a half before we left the toilet handle in the master bath broke (actually the plastic arm connected to it, but it isn’t important to the story). So we arrive home Monday late afternoon but I must go out to get a piece for the toilet and dinner while I was at it. So I get home and NerdDad greets me at the garage door. “I have something to tell you but, you have to remember we have 3 kids”, he saids. Ok, all you moms out there, imagine what is going through my mind. We have 3 kids so… if we have only 1 permantly scarred that is good odds? It was a matter of time until we had a broken bone? Emergency room trip time? So NerdDad goes onto say that the Nerdling was playing nicely on his little blanket. NerdDad was being productive. The other kids were watching VeggieTales. All of a sudden the NerdBug (4 1/2) yells for Dad. The Nerdling has managed to (we assume) crawl about 4 feet and no one has seen it. He has not crawled since so we are not sure if he scooched or crawled. It figures……
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