Showing posts with label Swings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Swings. Show all posts

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Rea's New Trick


This is Reagan's new trick. Swinging on her belly. She doesn't want to even get in her bucket swing anymore.

Oops, some times she has little accidents!

She doesn't get much sympathy.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Double Duty

Or I could call this picture "Pretty In Pink"
All three girls are wearing pink.
When there are children to be swung
everyone needs a 10 or 11 year old niece
around to help! Thank you Anna.
Swinging baby on the left, Reagan.
Swinging baby on the right, Emma Mae.
Park on Jekyll Island, GA.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

NEGATIVE!

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I'm starting to rethink the bright idea of a swing set. Monday we get home from school at 1:05p.m. Shelby runs right over to the swing and it starts. "Swing me! Swing me!" If I heard that 50 times I heard it 100 times. When Harry pulled up it was 3:55. She was still in the swing! Nothing I could bribe her with was enough to get her out of it. I tried every thing, golf cart ride, hot dogs, even candy. No, nothing. I was so glad to see Harry drive up. I turned it over to him. After about 5 minutes. she got out. That is 2 hours and 55 minutes. I had been swinging her. I don't know how her legs didn't go to sleep or fall off for that mater. Reagan got in and out about 4 different times and even had a 30 minute nap and Shelby never got out of the swing. I kept thinking she was going to have go potty at some point but it didn't happen until Harry got home. That was the first thing she did was go straight to the bath room.
So the real reason I started telling yall this besides the fact I wanted you to know how long I had to swing the child was this, Shelby and I talk to each other a lot. I mean a lot, remember she's a girl. So she tells me "Isn't' it a beautiful Day?" "No clouds in the sky" another time she says as she's swinging away, "It's a perfect day isn't it?" "Yes" We talk about the birds, (I have a bird feeder) the big ones are the dove and then there are the little finches and then the Cardinals and the real red one is the daddy and the not so pretty one is the mama bird. On and On and on, she talks. Well I had been pushing her for I guess 10 or 15 mins. and neither one of us had said any thing. So I finally said, "Shelby have you fallen asleep?" Now get this, she says, "NEGATIVE!" I'm like, "what did you say?" She says that again, "NEGATIVE!" I guess I'm in shock and I say to her, "what's negative mean?" She says in a disgusting tone, "No" it means "NO" Like I'm the stupid one. Now tell me this, what 3 year old says "NEGATIVE?" Go figure?