Funny Ways My Kids Got Into Trouble
Rodger was three and David was one when we moved back to Reno for a couple of years. Dennis was selling things at a flea market and we were not doing bad. I would go to yard sales on the weekends and find things which I thought were really cheap and he would sell them. We were having a good time because I loved bargain hunting and he liked selling.
We lived in a little mobile home park in a nice three bedroom. We got to spend some time with my parents, who I had missed badly. They had missed us too. We had a big deck on the front of the mobile home and a fenced yard. When winter came around, we still had quite a bit of stock so Dennis kept selling at an indoor flea market.
He left early one morning and it had snowed, both boys were still sleeping so he didn't wake me. I woke up at 7:15 to pounding on the door and headed out to the living room to see who was there. The boys usually woke me up when they woke up so I could feed them. David was looking out the window on the door and I asked him who was there. He didn't talk much yet but was jabbering away. I looked out and there was Rodger. I hurriedly unlocked the door and dragged him in to warm up.
I asked him what he was doing out there and he said he was shoveling the deck. He had seen the snow out there and went out with his Tonka truck with the snowplow on it. He had been clearing the deck in his sleepers. When he got cold, he tried to come back in but David had locked the door. Poor Rodger was crying because he knew that I was sleeping and he didn't know how he was going to get back in. He was pounding on the door, trying to get David to unlock the door.
Rodger still loved his Tonka trucks but he never went back outside without me being up. Grandpa had gotten the trucks for them at a yard sale and they were the old metal kind. They lasted both boys until they finally outgrew them. We can't get trucks like that any more, for sure.
Rodger also got into things a bit. Rodger had seen daddy taking things apart and fixing them with his tools. Rodger wanted some tools too. Daddy got him some plastic tools. The first thing that Rodger fixed were the book shelves. He used his plastic saw and sawed a shelf. He got about an inch into the shelf before we caught him.
I dropped the saw into grandma's purse as she was leaving one night. She asked me why and I showed her the shelf. He was still going at it every chance he got. We had chewed him out but it wasn't working. Grandma took the saw home and since she didn't change purses often, it was lost for a year or so. It eventually showed back up but by then, he had lost the urge to saw the shelf in half.
The next thing that Rodger decided to fix was Dennis' fancy calculator. This was a big desk model and quite expensive. Dennis got up one morning and the calculator was in pieces on the table. Rodger and his plastic screwdriver had struck. It took all day for Dennis to get that thing back together and working again. Rodger lost the screwdriver and pliers. We decided that those tools were too good for an inquisitive little boy to have. He got some that were not useful after that. They were a lot softer and didn't do any damage.
Not too much later, Rodger discovered the joys of climbing. My kids didn't have the terrible twos. They had terrible threes. Rodger climbed up on the counter one morning before we were awake and got into the cupboard with the spices. On the top shelf, way in the back, was a jar of red cake dye. This was not food coloring, this was the thick, paste, food dye. A lot more potent and I had used it to make a cake and frosting red for Valentine's the year before. Rodger found it and decided that he was going to paint the white painted walls of the trailer red. He trailed it all down the hall and finger painted the walls. It took a lot of scrubbing with bleach to get that faded to pink. It was still faintly pink when we moved.
David is my live wire. He was always up to something and it usually had us trying to keep from laughing while we chewed him out. He has a wonderful sense of humor and he can leave people rolling while describing a disaster. He started out as a child getting into trouble all of the time because his imagination was so active.
When he was two, we lived out in the country on 1 1/3 acres with a creek running along the front. There was an old garden area that we designated as his digging area. He liked to dig holes and a garden trowel was his weapon of choice. It was the biggest shovel he could pick up. He ran around that piece of property having a ball. I could keep an eye on him out the window and try to head him off when he was heading for trouble. He did pretty good about staying away from the creek when we were not with him.
Rodger and David were playing in the yard one day and they got quiet. Most mothers know what that means. They are up to something they aren't supposed to do. I went looking for them. I found Rodger in the back and asked where David was. He pointed up. I looked up and found two year old David on the roof.
I asked him how he got up there and he pointed at my husbands antenna tower. It was triangle shaped and was intended for CB antennas. Dennis' scanner antenna was also attached to it. I told him to slide over to the edge of the mobile home roof and climb back down right now. David argued with me but it had to be that or we called 911 because I was not going up there. I was terrified of heights.
I finally talked David into getting off of the roof and chewed him out for scaring me like that. He just looked at me and said, "Mom, I can't fall off, it is flat." I was ready to beat him. When my husband came home, he laughed about it and told me to watch out, the kid was going to push me with the height issue. He did that a lot. I am not afraid of heights anymore. He pushed me until I got over it.
Another time while we were living there, the boys were outside playing and I was cleaning house. When I shut the vacuum off, I could hear yelling outside from one of them. I went out to see what they were yelling about and they had been playing cowboys and Indians. Rodger was the cowboy and David, the red-headed Indian had captured him and used a jump rope to tie him to the tree. David had then gotten bored and wandered off to dig a hole in the back digging spot. When he did, he just left Rodger tied to the tree. Rodger could not get loose and had to go to the bathroom. Dennis and I laughed about that one for several years.
One day after I went to the grocery store, I went into the living room after putting groceries away and found my little curio cabinet empty of the brass giraffes that I collected. I asked their father where they were and he just looked shocked that they were gone. I went in to the boys bedroom and there they were. The boys were galloping them all over the bedroom. Twelve brass giraffes being manipulated by the kids. We went in the next day and bought them some plastic horses to gallop around. I figured one of them would lose their temper and beat the other with one of the brass giraffes. That would have hurt a lot more than the plastic ones.
David at Three
We moved from one town in Tennessee to another when David was three. I had a job in the other town and we wanted to get closer so I did not have to drive so far. We moved into a two story house with a shared driveway with the next house. The other family didn't understand the concept of sharing a driveway as they were always parking in it. There was no street parking and we had to use the driveway to get to our parking in the back. I quite frequently had to sit in the middle of a busy street honking for them to move their car so I could get in. Needless to say, we were not real friendly with them. We considered them to be very rude and annoying.
The boys had an upstairs bedroom with a grill over the window so that they did not fall out. We knew our boys well enough by now to know that they would be climbing out the windows and around on the roof if we didn't put it on. They were active and fearless and we could not get it into their heads that some things are dangerous. The window did not have a screen on it because the landlord did not care. The rent was right though.
One day while I was at work, the neighbor knocked on the door and told Dennis that David was peeing out the window onto their kids. This was funny because these were the kids that helped themselves to any of our boys toys that they forgot outside. Our boys were tired of it and they were getting their own back. David had been watching them ride his trike around in the driveway and instead of telling dad so he could go repossess the trike, David just decided to pee on them, from the second floor window. We stopped it but it was funny. David never did take any crap from anyone.
And before you all think that Katy might have been a little angel, here is one of her funny little stories. When Katy was three years old, she was constantly getting into my make-up. I hadn't bought any in quite a while because I simply did not have time for it. I had a little left though and bought some nail polish once in a while. I bought some beautiful, bright red nail polish with matching lipstick. I usually do not wear red lipstick but it matched.
Katy was quiet one day, so I went to see what she was up to. I went into her room and she was standing there naked, totally covered in bright red lipstick. She had found it. She had painted her entire body bright red. From her hairline to her toes, she was red. I never knew that a tube of lipstick would go that far. Into the tub she went, while I had the boys looking for the tube. It was only half gone! I scrubbed Katy and scrubbed her. She was still very pink. For a week, we scrubbed her every day and she finally started to look normal. She hated bath time but I could take her someplace without people looking at me like I had abused her.
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