All holidays and birthdays in my family are opportunities to re-tell the same embarrassing stories over and over again. And they always seem to be about me.
(Did my brothers never do anything story-worthy?!?)
And despite the ridiculous repetition of these stories, someone always inexplicably acts like they haven’t heard it before so that it can continue it’s tradition in getting recounted endlessly.
“Hey, do you know what we did when Rachel was little and refused to eat Turkey at Thanksgiving?”
“Before we brought the turkey out of the kitchen, we’d fix her a special plate of “chicken”. She always loved it!”
“Hey! Do you know that one time Rachel got so mad that she flung her older brother across the yard?”
“Yeah. She got disciplined for something, so she went outside and kicked the cat in anger. So she got disciplined for that, and she went back outside, saw JC on her Big Wheel, and in a rage, yanked him off and threw him across the yard.”
“Seriously? How old was she – like ten?”
“No – she was about three.”
Thanks for sharing. For the fiftieth time.
So, it seems fitting to me that my daughter should be passed the reigns of humiliation for her fifth birthday.
She is now, after all, of significant age.
(Not that she’ll be embarrassed now, but she certainly will be one day.)
And surely everyone is finally tiring of hearing the same old stories about me.
Ali is not just a rule follower – she is a rule WORSHIPPER.
She told us the other day as she sighed in delight, “I just LOVE rules.”
Due to this personality quirk, she tends to overextend rules beyond their useful value and make logical jumps to apply rules to other things in similar ways.
Which leads to the story today.
We’ve been having some issues in our household with politeness. Ali has become highly conversational about bodily functions of all types, creating some awkward situations, especially when we’re in public.
“Excuse me!! I just tooted!!! Do you smell my toot??”
“MOMMY!! I smell something STINK-Y!! Somebody definitely tooted!! Who do you think it was?”
So we’ve begun politeness boot camp – for both her and her Daddy, who may or may not be the impetus of the problem.
…let’s not talk as much about toots and burps.
…let’s excuse ourselves quietly, rather than vibrating our explanation off of the rafters.
…let’s cover our mouths when we burp.
And so, in full Ali fashion, she has begun practicing these rules with vigor and vim.
And instead of loudly exclaiming her excuses, she now loudly exclaims her following of the new rules.
And, as Chris and I suspected that she might do, she chose to draw a logical conclusion to extend the last rule.
She was sitting politely. All of a sudden, she hopped up, covered her butt with her hand and quietly said “excuse me!!”
Then proceeded to explain.
“Mommy, I’m going to ALWAYS cover my mouth when I burp and I’m going to ALWAYS cover my bum when I toot.”
“Um, you don’t have to cover your bum when you toot, honey.”
“Why not? I’m supposed to cover my mouth when I burp, so I should have to cover my bum when I toot, too!!”
“Well, it’s just weird. And it doesn’t seem very hygienic.”
“Well I want to. So I always will.”
Later that night, as she was going through the bedtime routine with Chris, she informed him of the new changes.
“Hey Daddy? There’s something that I want you to do.”
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“I want you to cover your bum when you toot. Actually, I want EVERYONE to cover their bums when they toot from now on.”
Who knows? Maybe she’ll start a trend. But if she does, I’m forsaking the trend of handshakes.
And, now that I’ve properly embarrassed you,
Happy Birthday, Ali!!
January 8, 2007…
1 Year Old…
2 Years Old…
3 Years Old…
4 Years Old…
5 Years Old.
…And may you continue your obsessive rule-following ways throughout your teenage years.
18 thoughts on “Celebrating Five With Tradition.”
Happy birthday, Ali!
She is so going to kill you for this when she gets older! HAHA! Happy Birthday Ali! I hope you feel better soon!!
Yes, yes!!! All rules must be followed exactly until she is married and has children of her own. Then she can break all the rules she wants :).
Great story and you will have lots of good material on her for quite awhile yet!
Best wishes to the beautiful birthday girl! I wish more people would follow the rules.
If our household starts following that rule, I know some people who will have a constant hand on their rear…
Happy birthday Ali!
OMG Ali is too funny and I just love your stories.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALI!
Well, I was all set to comment on the text of the post, but I fell too much in love with the last pic of Ali to bother with that. The too-cool-for-school expression, combined with the tiara and princess ensemble, and topped off with a most excellent example of little girl Chuck Taylors is A-W-E-S-O-M-E!!
LOL, that is hilarious! And SO true that you are going to have the world’s easiest teenager if she keeps it up! Love the picture recap. She looks so grown up in the last picture! It goes way too fast!
I hope she had a wonderful day – LOVE the sneakers. Every princess should wear such sensible shoes.
Happy birthday Ali-toot!
We share the same stories about my poor sister. I think it’s funny but I’m sure she gets tired of it. There is the time she tried to run away from home but came back because she wasn’t allowed to cross the street. There was also the time she tried to blow bubbles…..upside down. Then there is a wonderful preschool picture of her where her shirt and pants don’t match. She had peed in her pants that day and had to wear a backup pair. And the time she put a rock in her ear. I could go on and on. (: Poor kid.
Happy Birthday Ali!
I can totally commiserate with your sister.
Wow, five! That’s a proper little girl you’ve got there! :)
Happy Birthday Ali! I can’t believe how much her one year old picture looks like Noah! :) And her reasoning for her rule makes perfect sense!
I know! I was blown away by their similarities, too – because I don’t think they look at all alike at their stages right now!
Happy birthday Ali!
Happy Birthday my sweet angel girl!
Just…yeah. : )
Happy Birthday, Ali!
Here’s hoping you and Ezra (my five-year-old) never tie the knot because your children would take every rule to its logical extreme, and the world would perish in fire, water, and bum-covering mayhem!
Oh, and those floral tights from my Friday post were from Anthro for $5–one of the few items I’ve actually ever *bought* there (though I do like to browse).
Thanks for linking up!
I’ll be sending you my “59 items you didn’t know about me…tag, you’re IT!” meme very soon! ; )