Funny baby stories.

[Shebbs]

So, my friend, her mom, and I were talking yesterday. It eventually got to our baby stories. Stupid stuff we did when we were little.

For example:
My friend used to climb out of her crib. But not only would she climb out, she would smash her head off the ground every time. She would stand up, grab the bars, and slide down head first. Hitting her head on the floor. She would shake it off, and run out.


Another example:
When I was little, I used to be a ninja. Yep, thats right. Mom used to put me to bed, and no matter how dark it was, or what they put in front of my door to keep me in there. I would get over it without a problem and without any noise. Then I would crawl in bed with them and they wouldn't know I was there untill they woke up in the morning.


So, go ahead, tell us your funny baby stories.

[thevre]

I threw my puppy-pup (my adorable little stuffed animal) off a bridge.

I don't remember it at all.

When I was in kindergarten i remember that i heard a rattling in one ear for months. And my mom kept telling me it was my imagination. but eventually she gave in and took me to the doctor, where they found a huge styrofoam peanut in my ear. surprise! i think i stuck it up there when i was in class or something.

But what was really funny was my sister. She liked putting things in her mouth, and we would pull all sorts of stuff out of it. i remember one time when she was like three, i was playing catch with her or something (i was like 5) and all of a sudden this big brown spider comes crawling out of her mouth. appearently she had found it crawling on the floor. i screamed so loud and started crying to my mom. i laugh about it now, though.

[GhostDog]

Well, this one is more "awww" than funny, but my parents took me to the San Francisco zoo when I was a wee thing. They'd gotten me this tiger plushie, and I had it in my stroller with me when we went to see real tigers. I apparently spent a lot of the rest of the trip swishing the tiger toy's tail and going, "Grrrrrr!" Evidently, I was adorable. I think I still have that tiger, too. =P

There was another time where my mother had me dressed, head-to-toe, in pink, and this old lady said, "What a cute little boy!" Um. I still don't know what to make of that one.

And apparently when I was a wee thing, my mom had me in a fabric store with her in east Texas, land of churches and pine trees. There was a group of little old ladies nearby and it was dead quiet in there. So, naturally, out of the blue, I yelled, "OH MY GOD!" at the top of my lungs. The old ladies looked rather scandalized. Mom tells me this story, and I just think, "Man, if only I'd known half of the words then that I know now."

Originally Posted by GhostDog

out of the blue, I yelled, "OH MY GOD!" at the top of my lungs. The old ladies looked rather scandalized. Mom tells me this story, and I just think, "Man, if only I'd known half of the words then that I know now."

hahaha. i had a brother who did that. he was just learning english (he's from taiwan) and apparently where he's from all the kids always say "oh my god" whenever something amazing happens. and in my family, swearing is a big no no. so we were in church and he was in a class with a bunch of kids his same age (8) and all of a sudden, in his little chinese accent, he yells "OH MY GOD!" in front of all these kids. and the little girl next to him, she asks "is that chinese?"

(btw, we told her yes)

[Shebbs]

When I was little, I had really soft teeth. So they rotted pretty easy. I had a few caps on them. One day I was at my grandparents, and my grandfather gave me a piece of taffy. I was chewing, and one of the caps fell off. My grandmother started freaking out, and I started crying and asked, "Does this mean the tooth isn't worth as much?"

[Rikudo]

Well I have a story with my baby cousin that happened recently. She's 2 yrs old and just finished getting her chompers. So I was laying in my bed and she climbs up to me and starts playing. Everythings normal suddenly she lifts my shirt up and bites my stomach. Now I can't get angry with her but damn it hurt. I laugh about it though and I hope to share that story when shes older.

[SeaRobin]

When I was three, I decided to sleep in my closet. After two weeks, my mom decided to move my bed mattress in there, I stayed in there another 3 after that. I've always liked sleeping in small spaces...
When I was not quite a year and a half old, I really liked to go out in the backyard and just plop down on my butt, stand up, and plop down again. I don't understand it now, but apparently it was fun!

[MusicIsLife]

I got a few.

My dad told me once he was changing my little brother's diaper he turned around for a second and he rolled into the hamper.

Another one was when i was about 5 or so I shoved a plastic bead up my nose. I couldnt get it out, so I showed my mom. she was freaking cause she couldnt get it out either. I said, "Mommy, what if I do this?" I blocked the opposite nostril and blew, the bead shot out of my nose xD

I could go on forever, but I'll just stop here.

[RaeofLite]

Yay! I love baby stories! I have a few myself.

I was learning to walk at 1 1/2-2 years old. My parents had to start to lock things or put them on higher shelves. I would always seem to gravitate to the stereo (old school 80s/90s type) and knock on the glass case until my mom or dad would come over, pick me up and put the tunes on. After the tunes were on, they'd put me down and I'd be happy as a clam dancing to music.

I also loved it when mom would vaccuum. I'd run over for the vaccuum cleaner and sit ontop of it while my mom pulled me around and cleaned.

I also fell out of a tree when I was little. I can't remember how old... but I fell into a rose bush and have a small circular scar on my right thumb where the joint meets the hand.

My dad used to make an outdoor skating rink at my parents old house. When I was little (2/3) I loved skating on that thing. It wasn't that big (I've looked at pictures) but apparently my parents saw how much I loved it and enrolled me in skating lessons which I took til age 10.

A sad one, was when I had just turned one... and I started feeling sick. Mom noticed that I was having trouble breathing. I had started to turn blue. My parents took me to the sink in an attempt to cool me down due to an intense fever. It didn't subside... and so I was rushed tot he hospital. I was in a slight coma and stayed in the hospital for several days.

This is how mom tells it: I met new friends in preschool. I wanted to be friends and share with this one guy but he didn't want to share. He called his cousin over, and she said "Want me to beat her up?" And still to this day, me and the girl are bff. (And both, coincidently turned out to be gay. )

[Doreibo]

When I was a little blighter I found my way on top of a table bench. Right next to the bench was a glass table. I crawled off the bench and into the table. It broke under my weight and I got a large gash behind my ear. After being driven to the hospital, in what must have been a stressful 30-45 minutes for every one else, my mother turned up to the reception asking them to take care of me. After looking over my mother's shoulder at me, running around and playing tag with another kid near by she replied, "Oh, he's fine. I'll get a doctor to look at him once they're done with the kids who aren't standing up."

I don't remember this, but I do have a large scar behind my ear. Since then, I have had a habit of only ever getting a serous injury to my head.
Good fun.

[Eleanor Rigby]

When I was around 2, I went to do some camping with my parents.
One afternoon, I disapeared and they found me at the entry of the camping. I said I went there to see the wofl playing bowls.

When I was around the same age, my mum found me carrying her lipstick around. I said that he (the lisptick) wanted me to do so.

[Katherine]

I was almost a year old, and it was a few days before my first Christmas. I had just learned to walk, and so I was naturally running around the house (well, at that time apartment) everywhere like crazy. Well, unfortunately, one of the places I decided to run was in the kitchen, where there were cabinets everywhere that jutted out from the wall. Because I just happened to be the perfect height, I ran right into one of the cabinets and it cracked my head open. Because of this, all the photos from my first Christmas show me with this horrible wound on my head, and I now have a small scar on my forehead from it.

I knew how to read before I was two. My mom taught me. Apparently when she took me to the pediatrician to explain to him that I knew how to read, he didn't believe me. It wasn't until I'd read aloud three children's books for him that he finally acknowledged it.

[Tim]

(I dont remember this, my mom told me about it)

A family friend gave me a tiger beanie when I was little for me to borrow, as she was really attached to it, but I loved it.

When she was going to move away, she got it back, via my parents, which they had agreed on when she let me have it back then. When they took it away from me and put it on a table across the room, I apparently stood up and walked over to get it. I had never walked before. My first steps were to get my cherished Tiger.

The friend was so touched I loved it so much, she decided that I would get more out of having it, and she gave it to me. I still have it in my room, somewhere ._. All my cherished stuffed animals disappeared somewhere -.-;


And not a story of me being a baby, but when I did the fake baby thing in Child Development class, I almost threw my baby out the window. My sister actually did when she did the project, XD