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100!!

I have decided that to begin my 100th post, I am going to start giving embarassing, crazy, silly, scary, funny, interesting stories about my children. They have all done stuff that I think people would find interesting or amusing. I have raised a group of crazy kids - but, they are all awesome and I love them dearly.

Crystal: So, this girl is the most normal member of my family. The last few years she has gotten a little nuttier - but, that is normal when you have children. I should know. I am not sure how she got so normal, since it's probably pretty lucky that she is even with us. Her version differs a little bit from mine, so I am just going to give my version. Back when Crystal was an itty bitty kid, there were really no stringent laws on restraining your children. When I left the hospital with her when she was born, I held her in my arms as we drove home. She pretty much stayed in my arms like that her entire babyhood - that's just how ya did it back in the olden days. She was two years old when I married George and we owned a 1976 Ford Galaxy. It had a bench seat, so since we were newlyweds, I sat in the middle, she sat near the door (yes, I know, how stupid am I??). We were at Grand Central (the store that Fred Meyer was before it was Fred Meyer before it became Smith's Marketplace). We loaded our possessions in the car and headed out.

We turned left onto 3500 South. As we were turning, my two-year-old princess sitting next to the door reached over and grabbed the handle and opened it. Well, the force of the turn and movement of the car and the little arms opening the door were no match. She opened and kept going and ended up in the middle of 3500 South. Now those of you familiar with it, know it's not a little road; it's a major thoroughfare. The car was still moving when I was jumping out of the car and pretty much tumbling out with her. I ran and grabbed her out of the middle of the road; she was conscious, she was fine, she was not even crying. Two cars stopped and pretty much protected her from being run over from oncoming traffic. I was a hysterical mess that could not stop sobbing. We took her across the street to the hospital and they said she was fine and let her go home, just told us to wake her up every hour to make sure she didn't have a concussion.

In case you are wondering, she rode in a car seat from that day forward. Now, it was a pretty crappy car seat, but she rode in it. Not that it really helped at all, she knew exactly how to escape from it.

Also, if you ask her anything about this story, she will insist she was pushed.

So my next post will be something about KayeLynn. The scary thing is, I can't think of anything that would make her cringe. I have asked the other two and they didn't give me much - and it may be what I have to go with - unless I can remember something really cool!!!!

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