Do not eat with your hands around Delilah

When Delilah was about two we were having dinner with probably at least eight of us crowded around a table meant for six (not even close to how we were later with 10 adults crowded around that same table).   And as usually several conversations were occurring simultaneously, and this day Scotty was eating his dinner with his hands.  Delilah noticed apparently thought he should be using a fork.  So she picked up a fork, held it out to him, and tried to say, "Scotty, fork you."  What she said instead was priceless, she said, "Scotty, fuck you."

Stacy's child dropped the f-bomb before mine, who would have seen that one coming?

Dinner Time Conversations

I remember trying to keep dinner conversations G rated.  And when we were all around the table there were always several conversations going on at once.  On day we were talking about the squirrel that mom had hit with her car.  After it had been there several days it's arm was sticking up and we said it looked like it was flipping mom off.  At the same time dad was asking mom, "Is this bone-in chicken."

At the same time Robert and Scotty started laughing.  We all stared.  Scotty asked Robert, "did you hear that too."  Robert said yes and they continued to laugh.  We continued to stare.

Apparently, what the boys hear was "a squirrel boning a chicken."  The tide turned, and dinner conversations weren't ever really the same.

New Idea

I was going to start a new blog for family stories, but I found this one we started a long time ago, and there are a couple of posts from Mom, so why create a new blog.  I am hoping to collect the stories we always tell ... like a chicken boning a squirrel.  I am hoping we get a pretty good collection going.

Christmas @ the Serio's

I couldn't get this to upload to facebook for some reason, but I am still playing with the camera.

The Most Beautiful Girl in the World

The little angel

She loves her Daddy

stacy's babyshower

This is the gift table when Kathy, Hannah and I were waiting for everyone to show up. It got way more out of hand after that.

One shot of the table, a sea of pink

The onesies I painted ... and the cutest socks.

A little advice

For those who are not interested in licking syrup off your fingers, your hands, and your arm:  don't eat french toast sticks in the car.