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Life was especially chaotic after the birth of our eighth and ninth children because everyone was still fourteen and under. It was difficult to keep a sharp eye out for my new bundle of energy, Anthony.
As our second youngest, Anthony’s basic character has always been pleasant and easy-going. His eyes are still twinkling and a slight smile graces his face. Most troubles seem to just roll off his back and his small smile often changes into a mischievous grin as he sits back on the fringes of our family stage and observes the emotional drama of his six sisters unfold. Teenage Anthony has learned a lot from observing teenage sisters.
One year, a high school religion teacher noticed Anthony’s deep grasp of the feminine mind. During class discussions, after a few male students stumbled out vague answers to her inquiries the teacher would turn to the class authority on girls, “Anthony”, she’d call out,” You had six sisters; what do you say?” Invariably, as my son started giving his opinion, all the girls would slowly nod their heads in agreement.
However, this agreeable, laid back young man, was real handful as a baby and little kid. With his little eyebrows lifted up in surprise, his eyes wide open, making sure he didn’t miss anything and with his tiny, wiry body, squirming with energy, he was definitely alive. As Anthony peered over my shoulder one afternoon, staring at a friend of Michael’s, the ‘stranger’ said,
“Boy, is that baby ever awake! “
That short statement basically sums up baby Anthony’s personality.
Once he learnt to crawl, Anthony was into everything and made sure that he reached his destination with great speed. Sometimes, after running to grab and scoop up this little bundle of happy energy, before he could dive into trouble, I would realize that Anthony’s hands and feet would be still moving, as if he was trying to crawl in the air.
The pivotal point, where Anthony’s crawling speed accelerated dramatically, was when he discovered the bowl of dog food. If the dog, Leisha, didn’t come to eat right away or left food in his dish, Anthony was immediately crawling over to it as fast as his hands and knees would move. He’d grab a chunk of dried food in his hand and start gnawing on it.
Was he using it to teeth on?
Did I not feed that baby enough?
Did little Anthony actually like the gritty,hard, dry dog food?
I don’t know.
All I do know is that when we moved the dog dish and huge bag of food to the back entrance, trying to hide it from Anthony, he still found the dog food. When he reached the dog dish, he dove into it , chomping with gusto. That spot became Anthony’s destination every morning while I was trying to get six kids feed, dressed decently, with notes signed, homework done, lunches made and packed and hair brushed and braided.
Finally, I reached my limit. We decided to move the dog dish and food right out of the house to the wood shed, even if it meant that feeding the dog became more complicated.
Did that stop the baby crawling cruiser? Not after he was out one day and saw the kids feeding Leisha.
The kids had barely turned away from the shed, when the speedy crawler made a beeline to the dog dish.
From that moment on, I’d yell from the kitchen, as the kids headed for the front door,
“Don’t let the dog in and don’t let Anthony out!!”
Some mornings, as older children struggled to keep happy, eager Leisha from bounding energetically through the door, Anthony would crawl as fast as he could, duck through everyone’s’ legs and try to squirm out the door. Then kids would call out,
“Anthony’s headed for the dog food again!”
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19 thoughts on “Ha Ha Ha: The Baby and the Dogfood”
Between minding chidren and my own I had eight under seven at one time. With so many children you have different standards, ( the most diplomatic way I can think to describe parenting a gang). I can remember not having enough seats and high chairs when the older childrens friends came over so we used to let the toddlers have their food sitting on the floor like a picnic!
I cannot imagine doing it now.
your comment triggers so many more funny stories- you are right about changing standards!!
For me too. I am chuckling here. However many people may be quite horrified by them. On a positive note they have all survived to date!
parents today are helicopter parents. see Calling BS on Over Protecting Children
Ha ha…I had one of those too. He was my 6th…The dog food bowl was outside. We always used dry food, but he would try to get to it and gobble it up as fast as he could before I could catch him. Funny thing is…now that he has his own 2 year old who loves dog food like he did, he lets him eat it. Yuck!
oh yuck is right- I suppose it is full of vitamins and minerals?
That’s what I’ve heard…still yuck!
I guess little anthony is just wondering why the food taste so different from what you usually feed him….. Great post.
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poor Anthony? 🙂 because we wouldn’t let him eat dogfood?? I am grinning so widely iam going to break out laughing
At least it was dog food. I had a child (sex shall go unstated…which means it was one of my two daughters – and not one of the five sons!) who had a penchant for the catbox. Eeew!
oh no!! so much worse!!
The child (whose initials are B.R.) shall remain unnamed – wicked grin!
Poor Anthony???? That has to be the most blessed child to be born into your family. 🙂 To have parents such as the two of you and a house full of siblings who love him. My goodness was it only “dog food?” Lucky Anthony, I used to eat dirt and mud!!! 😉 Along with finger and toenails! I even swallowed bubble gum! (Yes I am still alive!) Think of all the worms and bugs in the dirt, let alone the worm and bug poop! Great post and I loved it! God Bless, SR
agreed; he is still always has a little smile on his face most of the time