It’s the weekend again in Texas and you know what that means.
Nice Weather?
Football?
Oh no…you know where this is going. CHEERLEADING. Guess what? Last weekend was too. Now before you run away, thinking this is going to be another cheer post…it is and it isn’t. It’s true, I do need to tell you a few cheer thing-a-ma-bobbies, but at after that, I’ll tell you about the night before this picture was taken…trust me, it’s worth the ride.
So this picture, me and little Miss G all made up for her cheer competition, (try to look beyond the thick makeup even if it is difficult) looks like it was taken at night, right? WRONG ANSWER. This was taken at 6:45 am before the sun was up. Um, yeah….really. Now the best part of this picture is the scarf in it. Proving once again you meet the coolest people online, this scarf was made for me by none other than April of April’s Little Family. (Click! Go visit…she is a hoot with two little boys and some of the best photography out there.) It is the softest, warmest, most spirity scarf I’ve ever owned. I told her what I needed and she made it just for me. If you are looking for a good Valentines Day gift, you really need to check out her Etsy shop….keeping in mind I am a snob of all things clothing and shoes, I am totally in love with this scarf and want to cuddle up with it on a daily basis. Also, Miss G has stolen it twice already. I may have to order a tiny one just for her.
So, thankfully, I no longer look like a non-spirity Mom at Cheerleading. Thanks, April…more orders on the way from me!
The real story here is the night before. We had to get up at 5:00 am Saturday to get ready last weekend so The Man and I were enjoying a quiet evening at home. For us, in good weather, that involves sitting on the back porch and drinking wine. Laid back, right? Add into it, I was on the third book of the Twilight series and you get downright lame. Two grown adults, with the ability to go out, sitting at home on a Friday, drinking sorta cheap wine…and the wife reading a book meant FOR TEENAGERS. Where’s the threat?
The threat, friends, lies in the picture above. Because while we were sitting on said back porch, drinking said sorta cheap wine and The Man was talking to me while I listened intently ignored him completely as I entrenched myself further in my Edward fantasy, our daughter….sweet angel, had an agenda of her own for the evening.
So as we sat enjoying our quiet night, The Man said to me, “Did you hear the doorbell ring?”. I have mentioned before that we have a rather vicious game of Ding Dong Ditch going on around here and I “hmmph’d” as he went to answer the door, completely uninterested, thinking “Edward, Edward, EDWAAARD!!!!” the entire time.
Much to my surprise, when I stopped fantasizing looked up a few moments later, there were two very large, dark shadows standing behind him in the kitchen. I sat there confused as he opened the door and said,
“Honey, can you stop reading for a minute and come tell the police you are okay????”
I ran inside and looked at the two burly police men now standing in our family room. I told them I was fine and then asked what on earth they were doing here.
“We got a call from 911 from your home, maam, and we need to make sure everything is okay here.”
At this point, our little angel ran out in her jammies all wide eyed and immediately realized the consequence of her actions. Almost immediately, she shouted, “I have to go to the bafroom!!!” and locked herself in the powder room.
Yep, she called the cops on us. Sigh….these are the things you just never really see coming when you lead a life as lame as ours can be some weekends.
So I went to the locked door and told her in no uncertain terms to come out right this very minute and apologize to the nice police officers. Tell me you would have played it differently, go ahead.
Apparently the police like to play it differently because when she finally opened the door a few moments later (but what felt like hours with armed policemen in our home) she emerged and looked up at me with the big “What Me???” doe eyes at which point I promptly ordered her to apologize yet again.
Then I heard him.
…at which point I ran into the laundry room, threw myself in the dryer and hit the fluff cycle.
The policeman squatted down and asked her in the sweetest tone if anyone had hurt her, if anyone had scared her, if she was in danger. My heart broke a little at how sweet he was as she answered that no, she was fine…everything was fine. He then told her that if she ever wanted to talk to him, she could call the normal phone number and any of the policemen would be so happy to hear from her and to please call ANYTIME, just please, sweetie, not on 911 as that is reserved for people who are really, really scared.
After I crawled out of the dryer, my heart broke just a little bit looking at these two police officers, so young and strong, yet so kind and gentle and prayed silently that God would watch over them that night as they left our house laughing at my sweet little girl and her antics and telling us to enjoy the rest of our night….no matter how truly lame the two of us really are.
God bless them always. There is no finer calling than the men and women in our country in uniforms, be they military, state or local….I adore their bravery and desire to keep us safe every day.
I’m just hoping my daughter loses her desire to talk to them on the phone.
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Oh dude, I am keeping this up until someone else comes. i never get first
nanny nanny boo boo, stick your head in…………………
still no one??
OK, I am loosing interest, I will leave you alone and go read the story now
NOT!
anyone, anyone, bueller, bueler?
OK< now I am a stalker so Bu-Bye!
I have yet to expereince that. I hope mine goes as well as yours.
Wow, where is everyone. Is Kmart having a blue light special for blogging fodder?
Don;t kill me, this is my last one, I swear. I will buy you a glass of wine in the rockys………….
Wow My kids did that once and they called me first and then after I didnt anwser the phone cause I didnt reconize the number they came over to my house. But no interogating the kids though…thank God : )
Oh, I just can’t wait for the day when Logan attempts this. I know he is 4 and we should have already taught him how to dial 911 on his own, but the potential repercussions!! YIKES!
My friend’s son once called 911 because his sister wouldn’t share her snack.
Okay, now that’s just an awesome story. Gotta hand it to the people in uniform.
I love that story! Have you seen this:
http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2007/police-helps-kid-p1.php
That’s so sweet the police were so nice to Miss G. Glad you had a nice relaxing evening despite the police visit. Up here in the north, we spend our weekends shoveling snow and visiting the outdoor ice festival. Bummer.
I can SO see this happening in my future! Very sweet of the officers.
Jake had a thing for awhile where whenever he saw a policeman he wanted to shake his/her hand. Which I fully encouraged because, jeepers, these men and women do not have easy jobs and who doesn’t love a little adoration?
Lol…luckily our ploy of “If you dial 911 without a reason, the officers will take you to jail” has worked so far.
Years ago my nephew dialed 911 and hung up, the officers that showed up at our house were mean. They told him he was bad and not to do it ever again and he was 5. Obviously you have better officers than we do. I would of melted in a puddle the way they talked to your daughter.
Oh, no!! I’m so glad you handled that the way you did. And that they handled it the way they did. I was getting so nervous for you as I read that!!
I was getting nervous like NGS. I was picturing you being dragged out in handcuffs as you screamed about your innocence. LOL I’m glad they didn’t go all crazy on her but I also hope that his statement that they’d be happy to hear from her anytime won’t be bringing them back 3 or 4 times next week. Did you find out what, if anything, she’d said to the operator?
LOL @ middle-aged-woman’s comment!!
Aw! They handled that so well. They could have been mean, or inadvertently encouraged her to keep calling. Nice work, guys!
Those guys? are awesome. I’ll say a prayer for them, too. What a good way to communicate no-calling-911 to a kiddo.
Haven’t read the post yet, but I want to say THANK YOU!!!! Someone already ordered a scarf because of your glowing review. I HEART YOU BIG TIME!!!!
Oh, geez. I am blushing for you. I don’t know what I would have done when they left, grounding? Tanning a hide? (I’m on Book 4. It’s almost over!)
Wow! Can I move to your town?
Cause where I live, the police are a bunch of d-bags… they would have broken down the door, harassed the hell out of parents and scared the living crap out of any child that dialed 911 for no reason. Seriously, not nice doesn’t come close to describing how awful they are.
Good to know the cops aren’t like that everywhere.
I would have shit my pants! How on earth did you remain calm?
Umm, wow. Sort of got derailed at the picture of you at the crack of dawn. NO ONE deserves to look that good, you bish!
Re the police, not sure how I feel about them interrogating Miss G. Something about it gives me pause. But you know me, Stiletto, always suspicous of government intrusion.
The first time the cops showed up at my door unexpected, I damn near died. Now, I’m as innocent and pure as the driven snow, but as I saw them get out of their car in my driveway, I dropped the knife I was using to cut vegetables and thought, “Crap. My teenage shoplifting days have finally caught up with me!” and I thought about making a run out the back door.
Then they told me they got a 911 call from my number. My youngest, then 5, had called. They’d learned about it in preschool during ‘Community Helper Day,’ so he just figured he’d test out the teacher’s lessons! We had the talk and the nice policeman visit.
We had it again a couple weeks later when he apparently forgot all that and did it again!
What a great story! Your attitude was superb — so many people would have thrown a fit at the police officers’ comments, but as a loving parent you know how important it was for your daughter to feel safe and secure with them. Kudos and a round of not sorta cheap wine all around!
You must have been flipping out! Almost of my kids have called 911 by mistake on our phone. The worst was when my third called and we were having a pizza slumber party (aka eating pizza on the floor!) and my younger daughter took a black market and made she and her sister look like puppies with patches, around the eyes.
Thank goodness he had kids and understood!
She looks sweet!
She likes a man in uniform…
Hopefully she will never make a call like that again!
Wow.
First, that picture is adorable! I cannot wait until Princess is old enough for cheerleading! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
*ahem*
Holy crap. Amazing wonderful police men, scary heart stopping situation! WOAH!!!
I think you did beautifully. Soooo… does she realize the big boo boo she made?
I thought I was the only full grown woman acting like a teenager with the whole Twilight thing. I am half way through Eclipse. My last child to call 911 was 3 years old at the time. The police rang my doorbell and as I explained to them no one called from my house I spied the phone abandoned underneath my coffee table with the 911 operator still on the line. My curly haired cherub just looked up at the policeman with big, innocent blue eyes…..and she had him wrapped around her finger.
I like hearing stories about good cops since I almost never deal with those kind
That’s a cute scarf. Good god, did I just say that?
I’m sure my children will do this one day, only they’ll be begging the cops to taser me.
Good grief – you lost me at the Etsy scarf shop! Gorgeous!! I am to scarves what Imelda is to shoes. (And you apparently.) I probably should be going to meetings. Scarves Anonymous.
Imagine the twist in this story if she had given the nice Mr. Policeman a different answer…
On my way to the Etsy scarf shop. You can never have too many scarves in England.
you handled that like a champ! if it were me, i would have given my kids something to call about! no, not really. but still i think i would have been swimming in my own embarrassment too much to give props where they are deserved. another reason why i adore you and am hooked on your blog!
Oh dear. I’m now thankful that all my child knows how to do is speed dial the grandparents. Miss G sounds like she’s on track to follow in my phone footsteps. Calling 911 is a gateway crimes to much, much bigger phone abuses.
I return to your blog this morning to a fabulous tale about your household. Honestly, I think you discovered your niche in the blog world. It would be a tragedy if these stories were not repeated for the masses to appreciate.
I am reaffirming our commitment to you today, Stiletto Mom, and adding us as one of your followers…even though I am more than a bit afraid of Carrie Cole.
-Francesca
Wow, what a story! We haven’t had that situation happen yet but I’m sure the 911 calls are in our future. I’m glad nobody got hauled away!
Oh my gosh! How crazy! I don’t think my 5 year old knows about 911 and that’s a good thing because he’d be calling whenever I gave him a Time Out or took away a toy.
Also, I was (am still) a horseback rider when I was young and have horse showed my whole life. My mom sacrificed many a weekend carting me around to the shows and I’m so grateful to her for it. We built up a strong bond because of all the time spent in the car. I think the cheering thing is great and it’s something you guys can have together. You know what I mean??
Beautiful post! And that little stinker! What was she up to? LOL
And I feel you about the third Twilight book. That’s where I am too. I know, I know, it’s about teenagers. And it’s not like it’s THAT good. Yet I keep turning pages.
I’d have heart failure if I opened the door to the police. But I have 3 teens. And two of them are driving … and the thought of police showing up is a terrible, terrible thought ….
well, that will make a boring Friday evening not so boring reeeeeal quick. I consider it the consequence or reading those blasted Twilight books.
Friday’s for the wife and I are about the same – just swap back porch for couch… the wine, the book, the boringness… all the same.
Back off… Edward is MINE!’)
Friday night I cleaned the house and watched the History channel. No threat here, either.
OMG, I would be so pissed and this is so something that my stepson would pull…the police would probably end up dragging me into the station to keep me off of him (j/k, but I would be MAD)
But they sound like they handled it so well and I am glad to know that there are some men in blue out there that take their job to protect and serve seriously. Kudos to them for being some of America’s finest!
I predict that Miss G will grow up and marry a man in uniform.
Ok, April made me come here, mostly to see her scarf but I wanted to hear your 911 episode! As a 911 Dispatcher I know how the other end of these things usually work out and I am glad to know there are STILL people out there who appreciate us following up on calls and that respect and love our officers as much as we do. Sure they can be jerks at times, but so many of them are SO GOOD with kids!! No 911 is not a game, but it is easier to dissuade kiddos from playing with it when it is explained like the wonderful officer did to your daughter! YAY! I am usually the one on the other end of the phone with some kid yelling obsenities at me thinking I won’t be able to figure out who they are or where they are telling them “this is not a game, this line is for life or death kinds of calls!” Thanks for letting me see a gentler side of your side of the phone!!
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