Tired of Whining!

Okay, I'm tired of whining and complaining, it gives me a headache and I get on my own nerves! Besides who wants to read a blog of someone having a pity party. Pity party is now over.
I was going through some of my old pictures of my 2 sons and having a good laugh at some of them and remembering some of the times I didn't have a camera handy. Or rather, didn't even think of having one handy with some of their stunts! I made a layout when I first started scrapping of my son Buddy who cleaned his room all by himself when he was 5. I'm not thrilled with the layout and am thinking of doing another with the same picture.
The story behind the picture is what is so funny though. Buddy was so proud of himself for cleaning his room all by himself. He picked up all his toys, made his bed, used the sweeper we had for the carpet and even washed his windows! Now the washing the windows is the funny part. Buddy knew that I cleaned my windows with a solution of vinegar and water. (You just may have an inkling where this is going!) I kept the bottle of vinegar solution under the kitchen sink though and he couldn't get to it because it was locked to keep little hands away from the other more dangerous cleaners. Well, he must have rummaged around in the bathroom (you catch on yet?). Smarty pants Buddy could read quite well at 5-years old and found a box that said vinegar and water on it. I had to walk out of his room when he showed me what he cleaned his windows with! He had taken the box of Massengil disposable douches and used one! OMG, I never laughed so hard in all my life. He did complain though it would squirt on the window like my spray bottle I normally used did, he just squeezed the vingegar onto a cloth. I made his father explain just what it was he used and what it was for. I was listening from the other room and heard Buddy say, "She does what with it?, Grosss. Dad I'm glad I'm a boy."
I remember times like these with my granddaughter running around now. My daughter never seemed to get into a lot of mischief like my boys did. Although, trust me my daughter could come up with some whoppers when it came to mispronouncing words. Imagine having your child run down the street and jump trying to say Geronimo! Only it came out Vaginimo!
Now the fun of waiting to see just what this Mom-Mom's little lady is going to come up with because she's a cross between all 3 of my kids! Oh my, we are in for a wild ride!