Precious Stellan, may you recover fully and grow into an ornery two-year old just like the little Beast who gives me so much fodder for Monday's weekly posts! For updates on Stellan's heart condition, click on the button below to visit MckMama's blog.
It was NOT me who let Beauty fall asleep on my bed, then left her there alone while I watched LOST downstairs. It was not me that moments later heard, THUD! "Whaa-aaaa-aaaa!" and ran upstairs to find Beauty lying on the ground extremely ticked off. Ooops...
This same baby girl did not throw up her Rotavirus vaccine all over the poor nurse at our pediatrician's office this week. And it was not the very same nurse who got showered with the little Beast's vomit just a week before. Ewwww! I'm pretty sure that we're actually not that nurse's favorite family of patients right now.
Thankfully, I'm always really organized and prepared, so I did not forget to put an extra change of clothes for Beauty in the diaper bag for this appointment, so she did not have to go home in wet, vomit-soaked clothes.
I did not think to myself while leaving the doctor's office with my not-puke covered kid that I kind of like the smell of Beauty's throw-up. Nope, that would be really weird and gross, so I definitely did not have that thought. If I ever did have a wacky thought like that, I certainly would not admit it to the entire blogosphere by posting it here.
It was not my other child who gagged on sour milk after drinking from a sippy cup he found laying under his bed. There is absolutely no way I would let a dirty sippy cup sit around unwashed for days at a time. Gross.
Speaking of unwashed, It was not me that sprinkled my head with baby powder before running errands in order to hide some of the nastiness that did not occur after I didn't get a chance to wash my hair for two days straight. Ewwww!
And since we're discussing baby powder, please allow me to share this gem of a photo with you.
Nope, the little Beast did not climb up and find a bottle of baby powder in my medicine cabinet, then proceed to shake the thing until it was completely empty, and every square inch of my bathroom was covered in a fine white dust. I did not contemplate wringing his scrawny neck for a minute, and we are not all still coughing and choking on baby powder dust. Grrrrr....
That's really all I can think of, though I'm sure I have many more moments of mommy failure I could share with you all. While you're here, please make sure to enter my Support Our Troops Giveaway by leaving a comment at the contest post!