We like to say if we had started with our third, there might not be three.\u00a0 There might be one.\u00a0 Like a lot of families with three kids we have the first born that is total type A.\u00a0 Follows the rules (well most) and is an over achiever.\u00a0 The middle one that is the laid back happy-go-lucky one, and the third one.\u00a0 The crazy one.\u00a0 Our third child would climb onto the dining room table and hang from the chandelier before he could even walk.\u00a0 He is known for his crazy antics and demanding ways.<\/p>\n
Last weekend Andy decided to seal the driveway.\u00a0 He had the whole thing taped off and the kids and dogs were told to stay off.\u00a0 As Cole and I were leaving to go to a friends house he made a bee-line for the driveway.\u00a0 I told him not to walk on it.\u00a0 He was still plowing full speed ahead so I started yelling for him to stop. “Don’t walk on the driveway!”.\u00a0 Before I had finished my sentence he had lifted the caution tape and was making a run for it.\u00a0 Of course he didn’t get far before he slipped in the black tar and did a face plant.\u00a0 I froze.\u00a0 My neighbor, Kitty Jo- remember her<\/a>? She was weeding in her front yard and she looked up and me and said, “oh Elisa.\u00a0 Ohhhhh Elisa!” while trying really hard not to laugh.\u00a0 I leaned over and tried to retrieve Cole without having to walk across the driveway and also trying to avoid having him touch my white sweater.\u00a0 He was black- head to toe.<\/p>\n Fortunately that stuff washes off with warm water and soap.\u00a0 I cleaned him up and we headed out again and wouldn’t you know he tried to do it again!\u00a0 This time I was faster and I caught him.<\/p>\n My in-laws would say he comes by it honestly, my husband (a third child) tried to saw the dog in half when he was a kid.\u00a0 He now claims he wasn’t really going to do it.\u00a0 Fortunately he was caught before he did any damage.<\/p>\n Now a reminder<\/p>\n Tomorrow is the last day to get your orders in if you want them under your Christmas tree.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We like to say if we had started with our third, there might not be three.\u00a0 There might be one.\u00a0 Like a lot of families with three kids we have the first born that is total type A.\u00a0 Follows the rules (well most) and is an over achiever.\u00a0 The middle one that is the laid back happy-go-lucky one, and the third one.\u00a0 The crazy one.\u00a0 Our third child would climb onto the dining room table and hang from the chandelier before he could even walk.\u00a0 He is known for his crazy antics and demanding ways. Last weekend Andy decided to seal the driveway.\u00a0 He had the whole thing taped off and the kids and dogs were told to stay off.\u00a0 As Cole and I were leaving to go to a friends house he made a bee-line for the driveway.\u00a0 I told him not to walk on it.\u00a0 He was still plowing full speed ahead so I started yelling for him to stop. “Don’t walk on the driveway!”.\u00a0 Before I had finished my sentence he had lifted the caution tape and was making a run for it.\u00a0 Of course he didn’t get far before he slipped in the black tar and did a face plant.\u00a0 I froze.\u00a0 My neighbor, Kitty Jo- remember her? She was weeding in her front yard and she looked up and me and said, “oh Elisa.\u00a0 Ohhhhh Elisa!” while trying really hard not to laugh.\u00a0 I leaned over and tried to retrieve Cole without having to walk across the driveway and also trying to avoid having him touch my white sweater.\u00a0 He was black- head to toe. Fortunately that stuff washes off with warm water and soap.\u00a0 I cleaned him up and we headed out again and wouldn’t you know he tried to do it again!\u00a0 This time I was faster and I caught him. My in-laws would say he comes by it honestly, my husband (a third child) tried to saw the dog in half when he was a kid.\u00a0 He now claims he wasn’t really going to do it.\u00a0 Fortunately he was caught before he did any damage. 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