Sunday, October 28, 2007

I win.

In case you thought the Mother of the Year Award was still up for grabs, I have bad news for you: I've won. It's not even close. The winning event took place Saturday morning when I turned my back for three seconds and turned back to see Talia, holding a can of Scrubbing Bubbles, hands and mouth covered in the aforementioned bubbles. I screamed, ran over, grabbed her, washed her mouth and hands repeatedly with water, nursed her, fed her food, gave her sippies of water and milk, and spent time on the phone with Poison Control. Turns out Scrubbing Bubbles in some nasty shit. Sorry girls, you lose.

PS: This took place not 24 hours after Talia hit her head at the JCC and got her first bruise. Ugh.

PPS: Wait, looks like someone out there still sucks as a mother more than I do.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Honorable Mention???

OK--so this is my first time posting. I hope I'm doing this right.

Not sure if I'd win the award, but maybe an honorable mention. I have two boys: matt (5) and sam (2). They can get pretty crazy before bedtime and Sam had been sleep-deprived all week (birthday, ear infection, crazy two-year molar neverending torture). They were dancing around and playing and Sam seemed to be going in fast forward. It was hilarious. Plus my parents were over so the kids were also in giddy show-off mode.

Being the weirdo I am, I went online and within about a minute found the Benny Hill theme song. It seemed to fit perfectly. I put it on and we all laughed as my kids ran around in a psychotic frenzy.

They next day they were both begging me to put on the "funny" song. So I happily obliged. It's just a harmless instrumental song, right? They don't know that the show it comes from was a perverted little British guy that ran around groping women. I put the song on the iPod and it started a heavy rotation in our home. But Matt can read AND work the iPod so within minutes he started referring to "Benny Hill" and how much he likes it. I'm just hoping that he doesn't go to school and tell his friends, or worse, his teacher. "Hey Mrs. Hooven. At our house we love Benny Hill." Yikes.

Not sure if this one can be undone. We'll just have to hope it runs its course for a while and then we can phase it out. But I have to admit, I don't want it to go. There's something about that song. It doens't matter what kind of day you've had. Try it. That song will make you laugh, or at least bring a smile to your face. It's pure silliness. I told you I was weird.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

There are other Moms of the Year out there!

If you read the BabyCenter blogs like I do (some of them are good, some are terrible), you might enjoy this thread about stupid mommy-brain moments.