Great Legs....

Jeremiah is up to his famous belly crawl again. He managed to get a Ten Commandments magnet from the fridge, rub it across the kitchen floor under his palm, while grinning and grumbling at it. He finally got himself in quite a pickle. Stuck under the kitchen table! Poor little guy. Are you sympathetic yet? Well, good, because he'll need your sympathies....

Not only was he stuck, but he had to figure out how to get out. You see, he normally issues a "fake-help-me-cry" and without delay, one, two, three, four, sometimes five sets of bigger, able-bodied hands show up to help. But today was different. Jeremiah and mama were home alone. And mama doesn't jump so quickly. (Not to be fooled, I jump, just a half-step behind the others. Ya know, I don't want to hog the baby....)

So at the sound of his yelp, I grab the camera! I wanted to share the moment with YOU! I wish I could record and put his sound to it. He makes an "ooh-ooh" sound. Hence, in part, the nick-name Chunky-Monkey. He was telling his magnet all of his pent up frustrations. And I had to squelch laughing at loud. He was sooooo cute! And he did figure out how to crawl out. Instead of backing out, he pushed on ahead.

The table leg and chairs you see in the picture I remember from my grandparents. And before that, my mom remembers them being in her grandparents house. I won't tell you how many years ago that was, because my mom reads this blog, but the point I am making, the furniture has been in my family for a few years.

I remember getting so busted for placing chewed up gum under the table. Gross. I no longer have that urge. I do remember mom chewing on me pretty good for the action too. I learned that day to discard gum either in the palm of mother's outstreached hand, or a corner of the paper napkin - paper being the operative word there, another story, another day. I also recollect clearly trying fiercely to convince her it was Sadie. She never did bite, but it was my story and I was sticking to it. (did you catch all those painfully fun puns?)

When my great grandparents got married, they did not have much "stuff." The pharmacists that my Grandpa-Mann worked for said he had a buffet, table and chairs in the third floor attic. If he could get it down, he could have it. Well, the man got it down, they wanted a table and chairs. The set has remained in my family since. It is a pleasure to have the items now. And to see my children living life around family pieces is comforting. Having these concrete things somehow is comforting even though I'd trade them in a flash for the real people those memories are tied too. Thankfully, Chunky-Monkey is a great snuggler and shares his hugs freely! More memories tied to Great Legs!

(enlarge the picture to see how awesome it is to have an eleven year old son to help sweep the floor! I see a re-do coming Sam's way!)