Hunting Cantaloupe

The other day Chex was marveling at Sadie eating almost an entire half of a cantaloupe by herself;he didn't want to try it.  He asked me what it was called and I said, "its cantaloupe, its delicious."  His face screwed up into a wrinkled-nose-you've-got-to-be-joking kindda way and he got quiet.  (I know, its a miracle he was quiet).  A few minutes later he looks at me and says "who shot it?"  Being that several minutes had passed I turned to him in confusion.  As a blanket of clarity hit me, I started to laugh and had a hard time explaining through the giggles.

You see, I come from a hunting family; I've even killed a few deer myself, when I was a teenager (I know, suburbia hides my lethal side).  My baby sister and my dad are best hunting buddies, and this past fall/winter season they took a cross-country trip to Idaho to hunt antelope.  Are you getting the blanket of clarity?  Chex was staring at his sister in awe as she ate what he thought to be large juicy chunks of antelope and he was wondering if we had slayed and chopped it up right that very morning for every one's dining delight!  I explained the difference to him, and he seemed relieved.  (Not that the kids haven't seen deer hanging in the barn at my parents' house).  He tried the fruit and loved it.  I am glad I can teach my children something new every day :)

Welcoming thoughts....

Hi - So this is my first attempt at real blogging.  I have a photography company (www.masteringyou.com) that I run in blog form, but nothing personal.  I have wanted to do this for years; mostly since I had kids; partly as a way to record our memories and fun stories, and also to share the HILARIOUS stuff that seems to be a part of my new 'mom-normal'. 

What finally got me off my butt was my middle child and first son, Chex (ok, he's Charles Alexander....If I have to explain further, stop reading).  This week (he's 3 & we are potty training) he reverted back from the big potty to the small blue potty (that the potty fairy delivered) when his older sister had to go at the same time...well, he hit #1 and #2 and came away to look and said "look mom, poop soup!"  O.  M.  G.  I thought I would die.  Thus, the inspiration, and fire under my tush to start this blog.  I just CANNOT make this stuff up, people...and believe, me I wish I were :)

SO- Thank you Chex for bringing Mommy to this piece of life.  I am hoping to post often, not because I have horrid stories to share, but because I have funny memories that I don't want three children's worth of mommy amnesia to forget!