I love Denny and if you knew what I took for us to finally be at a point where we were getting married you’d know just how much.  That being said I still love to tease him.  The man cracks me up.  You know that kind of laughing where you can’t stop, tears are rolling down your face and you are having a hard time breathing, that’s what happens.  In an effort to share the love, let me pass a good giggle on.  Even better… I have pictures.

We’ve been renovating our house for a couple years.  When we bought it we pretty much had to gut it.  It had been vacant for awhile and well the cleaning habits of the person before us, uhh, not so great.  Anyway, Denny has this problem with starting things and then moving on to something else before it’s done.  That nasty habit was his downfall here.  We have a vent in the kitchen in an oddball spot and he left the whole open for a pretty long time until he got around to getting a part he needed to redirect the air.  Anyway, we have two boys, who at the time were 5 and 2.  They liked to play with these Geo Trax trains on the kitchen floor and roll them all over the place.  I was in the kitchen one day and Dylan rolled the train right into the vent.  I told Dilly that it was gone and there wasn’t much I could do about it.  We both moved on and let it go.

Ethan, well he is very particular about his toys, keeps inventory of the trains, and knew one was missing.  I told him what had happened and that it was gone, and again not much I could do about it.  The vent is pretty small and there was no way I was going to get my arm down there and fish around for it.  Ethan was upset and agitated that his train was lost.  So several hours later, Denny walks in from work, and the first thing Ethan does is rattle off the story of the lost train.  Being the good guy that he is he plops down on the floor and tried to get his arm down there to reach it.

Did you see earlier where I said it was a small vent.  Well he got stuck.  Seriously stuck.  Why is it funny?  Well Denny has gotten himself stuck in so many places it’s almost a given.  Example:  the attic, the crawl space, the basement (long story), etc.  We’ve had to cut holes in walls to get him out of places.  Apparently he things he is a lot smaller than he is.  Anyway, so his arm is totally stuck in the hole.  So I ask the same thing I always ask when this happens, “Do you want me to call someone?”  LOL, actually I usually ask, “Do you want me to call the fire department?” but I sure as heck wasn’t calling them to tell them my husband was stuck in one of our vents.  His response, “NO!”  Ethan and Denny sat there for a minute or two acessing the situation as I ran off to get my camera.  And good thing I did becasue if I hadn’t I wouldn’t be able to show you this:

You may be asking yourself why Ethan has a wooden spoon.  Well, after the accessing was done, Ethan had an idea, and jumped up, ran to the drawer and pulled out the spoon.  “Don’t worry Daddy, I’ll get you out!” he said and proceeded to stick the spoon in the hole.  His thought was to pry him out, lol.  Which didn’t work obviously.  But it did make for an even better laugh.

Eventually Denny wiggled himself out.  That was in 2005.  Since then he has been stuck in a couple other places… between our furnace and the wall, and in a car.

So was it funny?

Ok scrapping news! I sent a photo of a holiday card I did for the last card class over to Jamie at Prism Papers.  Much to my delight she liked it so much she asked if she could use it for the Prism October Newsletter.  Yippee!  I’m excited to see it and thanks to Jamie!

My usual uneventful life was interrupted yesterday by a toddler event.  Shelby has learned how to open doors and getting her to take a nap isn’t very successful most of the time.  I put her down for a nap yesterday and waited in the hall for a LONG time moving closer to the stair every few minutes until I finally made it down.  Denny called and I talked to him for awhile, put in some laundry, etc.  All the while very pleased that I had won the battle.

About an hour later I figured I’d go check in on her.  I turned the corner and saw this:

Princess had tip toed out of her room and into the boy’s bedroom, found Ethan’s stash of markers and left her mark all over the wall and the back of the door.  Because of course she closed the door behind her and to avoid detection.  That girl is no dummy.

~j