I have a friend who, instead of beating herself up for the mistakes she makes, owns them and declares them evidence of her place as "Mother of the Year".
Obviously, I got my first nomination yesterday.
"How?" you ask. It was actually quite easy! Yesterday, I took all three babies to Costco. Not alone, I'm not insane...my brother went with us. He pushed the boys in the stroller, accepting all of the "ooh! twins!" comments, while I strapped Caroline to me and pushed the shopping cart. As we walked in they were passing out ads for the big booze and wine sale. I grabbed one so Caroline would have something to read - vote one for Mother of the Year - have your 9 month old daughter read about the booze sale.
I have never indulged in the little food samples they give away, but I was hungry, so I grabbed one. It was something called an "uncrustable" that appeared to be a frozen peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It was awful. And, apparently, it was messy, though I didn't know it at the time.
In line, I leaned over to smooch Caroline on the top of the head and she pitched forward a little. My lips came into contact with the back of her head...where her hair was all sticky and matted...and tasted distinctly of grape jelly.
Ewwww....
I dribbled grape jelly on my shirt and Caroline rubbed her hair in it the whole trip. (or I dribbled it onto Caroline and she rubbed it into my shirt - either way...ewwww)
That's right - Mother of the Year.
I think all of these things are great! :-) You're doing such an amazing job, Edith. Lily wanted to eat last night right when we were having dinner so I put her on the wrap-around "brest friend" boppy-like thing and I wound up spilling pasta on her head and onesie because I wanted to eat, too! My first vote for Mother of the Year I spose!
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