Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Memory Lane

Y'all, when I tell you that my children used to have "Polish" tea parties, this is what it looked like. They put on their fanciest clothes, spread out a blanket, got out Maybelline's tea set (and Oatmeal Head borrowed one of her hats), and had a party. I think Oatmeal Head is at least six here, wearing his Easter jacket from three years prior.

They took their parties very seriously, as I'm sure you can tell from the faces here. Well, Little Guy was only about three and along for the ride. They even used their "Polish" accents - very, very bad British accents. Raised their pinky fingers as they sipped their tea. OMG, I used to laugh and laugh.


Here's my Little Guy a year or two later, feeding Brian, the Killer Rabbit. Seriously, y'all. When Brian lived in a cage in the back yard, he would scratch the crap out of anyone who fed him. Oatmeal Head would go to his pre-k Sunday school class and the teacher would look at his arms and face and just say, "Brian." Once Brian was let out of his pen, he was peaceful, friendly. See the giant hole he dug under the fence into the woods? He stayed in the yard for the most part, though, and we had him for about three years. Silly rabbit. Brian was a rescue rabbit who had come to us through a third party. With his two previous families he'd been an outdoor rabbit, in a pen. I won't tell you what happened to him. Some of you may be eating breakfast. We knew, when we let him live in the yard, that we were taking risks. But we preferred a happy rabbit at risk to a mean rabbit in safety. I think Brian did, too.

Remember yesterday I told you about Clive the cockatiel? This is Clive with Maybelline. She'd walk around the house with him on her shoulder, he'd nibble at her ears and give her kisses. Oatmeal Head is watching, but he didn't hang out with the bird so much. Clive must have been male, since he seemed to prefer girls. Our love bird, LB, loved the Hunny. Me? Bit the crap out of me on a regular basis. We always thought LB was male, till "he" was placed in an aviary full of male love birds. They were lining up to have their way with LB.

Thanks for letting me walk down memory lane. I guess it's better than mammary lane.

Until I write again ...

Flea

17 comments:

Karen said...

Mammary lane - where do you come up with this stuff?!

Brian was a pretty rabbit - I've never seen that color before. But what a rascal!

Asthmagirl said...

Love the stories and pics. I had a rabbit named bruce that came to a very sad ending. I was heart broken. I'm sure you did the right thing for Brian.

Flea said...

I think my friend, who grew up a butcher's daughter and raised and showed rabbits, told me that he's a Rex. I hope that's right.

I'm sorry about your Bruce. Our Brian loved being free. He'd come to the back door for carrots. One night I threw out rotten strawberries, thinking birds would eat them the next morning. It was raining, they smelled very strongly. A 'possum came into the yard after them and found Brian. The screaming was awful. We scared it off and Brian was very affectionate the following week, staying close to the back door. I guess the 'possum came back, because Brian disappeared about a week later. I HATE 'possums.

dlyn said...

Wow - I feel like we sat down and looked through your old family photo albums - fun!

kay said...

oh so cute!! i love the tea party hats. you can use those pix to bribe them when they are older!

we used to have an indoor bunny too! love an animal that will use a box to "go" in!

Melissa said...

Mammary lane!! Bwhahaha!!

Lori said...

Sweet, sweet, sweet! I love that your boys were all about the dress-up tea party! Any meaning behind the Polish part? OTHER than the non-Polish-poorly-British accents, that is?
Possums are NASTY and I never thought about them, um, assulting? a rabbit! We had a dead one in our creek last week. I had to have my not-so-country husband remove it before it got nastiER and he was so grossed out. I don't pull the defensless woman card too often, but that thing did it.

Jan Parrish said...

How cute! I love old pics of the kids.

brneyedgal967 said...

Awww... great pics and memories. Thanks for sharing them with us!

Mary said...

evil eeeeevillllll bird!!

I had 2 bunnies - Mr. Bumblefritz and Sailor Jerry. And then Mr. Bumblefritz had babies. And Sailor Jerry ate them. Ewww.

Mayberry Magpie said...

I don't know about you, but I can't stroll down memory lane (at least as it relates to my kids) without also stumbling onto mammary lane. Nothing like an adorable pic of my kids to make my breasts, uh, me, swell with pride.

Mayberry Magpie

Mayberry Magpie said...

I forgot to say . . . that three-year old Easter jacket is too cute!

Mayberry Magpie

Flea said...

You guys make me laugh. :)

My husband is half Polish, but his mom's second generation, so they wouldn't know a Polish accent if it jumped up and bit them in the butt. They like their bigos, though.

Straight Shooter said...

Mammory Lane?! Now THAT's stinkin' hilarious!

Huckdoll said...

Very nice. I loved reading this little piece of history. Thanks for sharing!

zobabe said...

ARGHH!! A cockatiel!! I have a huge mole on my upper lip that is actually a scar from when "Bandit" bit me. All. the way. through. Danged bird. He also set the bed on fire once when my dad didn't completely put out his cigarette before leaving the room. Bandit found it and had a toke or two, then dropped it on the mattress. My poor dad tried to hide the burned sheets in the closet. Men. Either blowing things up or hiding the evidence.

And holy cow, Flea. From murdered rabbit to mammary lane? ROFL. You, my girl, are a HOOT and a HALF.

Colleen said...

so is it Polish tea parties, like polish the silver? or Polish as is, from Poland?

just curious...especially if it's the latter and they were speaking with British accents :D