Monday, November 29, 2010

A family that laughs together . . .

Holidays in my family have always been lots of fun - I have one of the funniest families I know so, as you can imagine, we laugh LOTS when we're all together. In fact, it's not uncommon for me and my mom and sisters to spend an evening like Thanksgiving laughing so hard that we cry all our mascara off. You'd think that, after all these years, we'd have learned to just wear waterproof mascara to family functions.

But I digress . . .

This year, our weekend started out pretty normally: we got together at my mom and dad's house on Thursday and ate until we had to unbutton our pants (or undo the ponytail-holder-rigged button in some cases . . .). But after we ate, I had the brilliant idea of starting a new tradition of playing Truth or Dare with my sisters and their kids. If you've never played that game with young kids, you need to do so immediately - it's hilarious. But you should be warned that, if you find yourself playing with a 5, 6, 8, and 9 year old like I did, asking for a dare may prove to be a dangerous choice. You may end up, like me, having to drink a mixture of milk, water, and pickle juice, or having to run around the cul-de-sac yelling "Who farted?" And you'll probably sink to new levels of immaturity like my sister did when she dared my nephew to run around the cul-de-sac yelling "I farted." But, believe me . . . regardless of the new depths you sink to, you will laugh off your first 5 slices of pumpkin pie in the process. Not that ANYONE would eat 5 pieces of pumpkin pie in one day. That would be shameful and disgusting, of course . . .

Quit judging me.

ANYWAY . . . although Thursday's Truth or Dare game was my favorite part of the weekend, Friday provided another awesome moment. We were sitting in the living room at my mom and dad's house when Tammy spotted a lizard on my mom's mantel, above the fireplace. Unfortunately, Ben was the only male in the house and, since he is only 6 and shorter than everyone but my youngest niece, he was not able to help get the lizard out of the house. We were, therefore, faced with a choice: grab the pumpkin pie and put my mom's house up for sale immediately without looking back, or get the lizard out ourselves. What ensued was the most hilarious scene and, by the time I had the idea to video it, I had missed most of the screaming and pandemonium. But, for what it's worth, here is a glimpse into what life with my family is like . . .



video

Ah . . . good times. Good times.

I am truly thankful for these crazy people the Lord gave me for a family . . . they make my sides hurt, keep my snort well-practiced, and make my dimples earn their keep. What would I do without them? Well, actually . . . without them, there'd be more pumpkin pie for ME, wouldn't there?

You know, maybe laughing is a bit overrated . . .

1 comments:

Phyllis Eddings said...

I could have eaten 5 pieces of my daughter, Becca's pumpkin pie...but I didn't. Well, not in one night.

Fortunately for me, my daughters will both catch lizards, and those creepy clear geckos. ewwwwww If it were me, I'd just leave them to the cats.