[21twelve]

I was a handful both young and older (until about 14.)

I would get out of my crib and they tried a net over the top, and I think some sort of belt thing around my waist (so I’m told). I would eat the sandwiches my mom had made for lunch for my older siblings. Once left early in the morning so I wouldn’t have to go to church, etc. (I’m not sure either of the devices worked.)

At our Rehearsal Dinner my mom mentioned a couple of other stories and explained that’s why she has so much white hair. “And to you my son - I hope that you have twice as much trouble as you gave me!” (Sort of joking - she loved me and was very proud of me once I got older).

Many years later we had twins that were a handful. “Gee - thanks Mom!” Of course looking back we wouldn’t trade it for anything.

[Mears]

“I would get out of my crib and they tried a net over the top, and I think some sort of belt thing around my waist (so I’m told).”

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Good lord,for a moment I thought you were one of my sons.

(Also a terrific adult):-)

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[NorthstarMom]

:). God does have a sense of humor!

I was sure my daughter wouldn’t make it to age five, but she’s eleven now and a different kind of difficult. Still, her smile lights up a room and her enthusiasm for life is boundless.

[ZinGirl]

Our older daughter was a handful. Her crib had a little chest of drawers attached and it was pretty early on she could climb on top, which was my surprise one morning. She was just sitting there waving at me...in only a diaper. Jammies on the floor. :). She was constant motion and not afraid of anything (still isn't).

My Navy pilot brother gave her a nickname: NAFOD. This term was used to explain a pilot error with no other explanation: No Apparent Fear Of Death :)