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Why I Will Never be Freshly Pressed

1. I didn’t put TEN REASONS why I will never be “Freshly Pressed” as my title. Everyone knows you need a numbered list.

2. I usually have a picture of children being rotten in my posts. The pictures are also of poor quality because I am snapping it with a phone while making sure whatever child is not in the picture isn’t running away and trying to join another family. Seriously, it’s a real possibility when your mom posts about everything including your “sperm diameter fears.”

3. My pictures of children are of my children at commercial places like Disney World‘s Epcot and not an ethnic and interesting child in Vietnam or some other culturally rich part of the world. I live in a subdivision. When we do go on vacation it is to places that don’t require a 22 hour plane ride and 9 vaccinations for each child.

http://www.vktour.com/page3/page3h.html

4. I do not post pictures of food. I tend to eat food and not take photos of it. If I stopped to take a photo of my food or copy a picture of it, it’s probably because I don’t want to eat it because of what it looks like.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/gavon/insect-cupcake-party

I sooooo copied this on my Pinterest board.

I am thinking I will print up the recipe & just leave

it on the kitchen counter for my kids to find.

5. I haven’t used the Hipstamatic. What the hell is Instagram? If it is what I think I have an entire tote of them from 1976 due to the acid in photo paper back then and my mom’s poor photo storage or lack thereof.

6. I do not participate in extreme sports and I certainly don’t lay on the ground while a skier or skateboarder does a trick over me for a photo opportunity. Living with three little boys is dangerous enough.

7. I don’t put pictures from famous, newly released movies and call it a review and a post. We all know your just taking some cute and cuddly picture of a character and slapping it up as your post because you are going to get people to click on it. Uh-huh, you know who you are. Those stats don’t count.

8. My parents were hippies. That means I averaged 45 absences per school year and I have no idea how to use a comma and what is the difference between a colon and a semicolon? Can’t poor punctuation and grammar be considered endearing?

9. I can only think of nine reasons and that isn’t a good round number for “Freshly Pressed.”

-Abbie allthatmakesyou.com

I have a whopping two comments and so I am adding two pictures because both of the TWO people who commented have been “Pressed” and I am following their lead. Still not a single comment in there. See number 8. The fact that I am always updating posts is now my number nine.

This is our youngest and only girl. God has a sense of humor, (again) because we have the cutest and sweetest dog in the whole world but you CANNOT pet her because she pees.

“And it was all yellow”

Goldfinches love to hide among the dandelions in our lawn.

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I have never “lost” a child when we are out and about. I know it can happen easily and I also know we have been fortunate with three boys and twins to boot that it hasn’t, yet. it is common knowledge, to parents of twins, that they only run in opposite directions. If you ever see a set of toddler twins with their ankles tied together, don’t judge. I knew our youngest wasn’t really, “MISSING!”

I had taken all three boys to one of those club membership stores. While my twin eight year-old boys, (at the time) always stay close to me and the cart our mischievous little brother, Peter, needed to sit in the child seat in the cart. As always, Peter pleaded to “walk like a big boy” At the end of the trip I decided we needed paper towels AND toilet paper. Now if you know the size they are at the club stores you know there is now no room for Peter in the cart, and so his wish was granted.

As the three boys were walking in front of the very erect cart towards the front of the store I looked over to see that Peter had taken off down the furniture aisle. I kept walking as I saw him turning to the next aisle where I planned foiling his test on freedom. When the older boys and I reached the next isle we realized Peter wasn’t there!

Avery and Mitchell became completely frantic and I went back again and began calling his name, LOUDLY. No response from Peter.

I walked straight up to the front of the store, abandoning everything and the cart, and has the manager close off the exits. All of the store employees are looking for him or at least made aware there was a missing child.

Now, in our defense, we have never lost a child anywhere. We have never even lost a twin when they were small. Never. I knew he wasn’t lost or kidnapped. This is Peter after all. The kid that walks around with his older brothers holding him by the back of his collar. The kid that has two older brothers not letting him do anything because they don’t want him to get hurt or go missing or have any kind of fun.

Within three minutes of being “lost” I heard an employee say, “I think I see him!” while looking way up at a couch on the second shelf of the furniture isle. That little booger had a front row seat high on a shelf, (see picture to the left of him rock climbing) on a micro suede $599 sofa watching all of us run around looking for him…silent and smiling, (see picture above that sums up his personality.)

It took a long time to get Avery and Mitchell calmed down. They were absolutely beside themselves. Their sweet little hands were shaking, they were crying and they genuinely thought their baby brother was lost forever. After paying for the cart of groceries and trying to make eye contact with all of the people who helped us get our happy (beaming with a million-watt grin was more like it) Peter back we finally pulled out of the parking lot.

Mitchell, says in a completely exasperated tone, says “That is exactly why we should not go there.”

Avery answers back and says, “We told you we don’t like to go to that store Mom!”

Mitchell replies, “It is sooo dangerous!”

I respond with, “What are you guys talking about? It is just a store!”

Avery says, “You know! All those kids that have gone missing in there!”

Mitchell, “Yeah, you see them every time we leave. All those kid’s pictures by the exits. The sign says “MISSING!”

And so it was every time we went there they held onto one another. They were terrified. They thought all of those children had gone missing in that VERY store. Gone forever. A child’s mind is a scary place. 😉