Yardsales, CPR, and Buttermilk

I had a yardsale this week end. I was surprised at how well we did. Here is me on Saturday happily allowing them to pay me to carry off my junk.

We took a 4 hr. CPR class Saturday. It specialized in infants and children. It wore mom and dad out. Dad had to say “breath” every time instead of actually doing it.

I just have to tell this. The other day Kaylynn left her sandwich in the kitchen chair. I’m sure she was working on it in between play. While she left it, along comes little Ella and eats it. My brother said “that’s my girl.” I was forever leaving my sandwich on the table, come through and he had eaten it. To add to that, one day Stacy had drank several glasses of milk. Mom told him he had enough and not to drink anymore. Thinking this didn’t include butter milk, he poured himself a glass and added chocolate syrup to it just as he had with the regular milk. I’m sure it was disgusting so he left it. But mom said he had to drink it. He would take a sip and come back later. Along come Jeremy, not knowing what had happened, sees a glass of chocolate milk and downs the whole thing. He went to spitting and gagging. Now Ella follows his footsteps.