I have heard many mothers describe their little boys as being “all boy.”I know Darcy is physiologically a girl…but she is ALL BOY. Not only does she love the mud and dirt (unlike her “first born” sister)…This kid is just tough. Take this evening for example. Colby watched the girls so I could go for a long run before dinner. She apparently landed face-first on the coffee table from a standing position on the couch. Colby admitted to me that he was brought to tears as he cleaned up the bloody mess and tried to see if anything was broken. However, 10 minutes later she was trompin’ around the house, back to her old self.
Thirty minutes later I was getting ready for church and noticed something in her mouth. Now, it always makes my heart pound when I see Darcy’s mouth full of something. I have found everything from play-dough to unmentionables stuffed in those cheeks.
“Darcy…what do you have in your mouth?” I asked the fearful question.
She looked up at me, pulled out a PIECE OF GLASS, and smiled a bloody smile.
“Oh, Dear God have mercy…….”
I can’t get over her. Yesterday I found a piece of black rubber in her mouth after the long drive to drop Nonny off at the airport. I couldn’t figure it out until I saw a hole in the toe of her shoe tonight! One more thing…tonight at church she found some candy on the floor
and proudly said “pah-bah poo.” It’s your homework to decode that one!
p.s. Colby just reminded me of the time we found her dipping our loofah sponge into the toilet (THAT HALEY HAD NOT FLUSHED!) AND SUCKING it! (Colby is trying to stop me from sending this because he says this is TOO much…Will someone please tell him some of their own parenting horror stories so we don’t feel so alone?)