Ain't No Supermom

Author: Michelle White

  • 20 years later…

    20 years later…

    We get to do the fun part and celebrate the happy couple. 2 decades is no easy feat. Throw in there 3 step kids, a whole lot of puberty, adolscence x 3,  goofballs and boatload of work, you have a marriage worth celebrating. 🙂
    What warranted this I don’t know, but I think she won.

     Some things never change. 
    3rd time is a charm.
    Winner winner chicken dinner!

     Awh….Love my momma-bird and Aunt Dot. 

     Working hard at _______.
    No, I am not pregnant. My  flat stomach did not fare well after 4 pounds of fondue and 2 loaves of bread. Thank you Chad for excentuating my svelt middle jiggle. (do you like how I did not blame bloat on camera angles? Just sayin’.)
    A very happy Anniversary to my sweet Mom and Steve. Love you both more than words! 
  • Flashback Friday

    Flashback Friday

    The pink crop *almost* steals my Duggar haircut thunder. {shivering}
  • The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

    The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

    The Good: What you are about to see DID NOT happen on my watch.
    The Bad: The Lego won.
    The Ugly:

    The other “good” is that this happened to my little bruiser a week ago, so he is all better now. I am on top of it like that.

  • Warm Fuzzies

    Warm Fuzzies


    Calico and Cupcakes awarded me a Stylish Blogger Award! Schweet! I never win ANYTHING. Thank you Chiara!
     
    Here are the rules:
    1. Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award.
    2. Share 7 things about yourself.
    3. Award 15  5 recently discovered great blogs. (yep, I just changed the rules).
    4. Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.

    Here are 7 things about me:

     
    1) I have terrible eating habits. TERRIBLE. I think it is from my chunky monkey stage where I wanted to lose weight but couldn’t commit to an eating disorder, and refused to give up the food I liked. When you only eat the outer edge of a snickers, you can still have 3 right? Well I am thinner now, and I still believe the health department made a terrible mistake with the ends of the pyramid. It’s all backwards.
     
    2) I have a major borderline shopping addiction. For anything. I don’t discriminate.
     
    3) My husband is someone I love deeply, I like, and I look up to. Trifecta!
     
    4) I am a miserable direction follower on every level.
     
    5) I have been given the bestest friendships/ relationships on the planet.
     
    6) Oh, by the way if we are friends, you will move far away. That is how it works. I am a magnet for red lights and long distance friendships.
     
    7) After 4 or 5 generations of all males, (except one golden ticket whom I have never met), I am realizing if I want a baby girl, she will be coming on an airplane, not out of my volvo.
     
    By stylish, I am assuming this negates family blogs? “Recently” will be a stretch, but here ya go:
     

  • A target story

    Driving around running errands with 2 ancy pants under the age of 3 is about as fun as getting molested by the TSA. At least they use gloves. I spent the better half of my morning retracing about 3700 steps in Target after I realized Stinker had been dropping my bribe for silence; a 1lb bag worth of dried fruit, {VERY expensive organic high-cost-of-shipping dried fruit} all around Target Hansel and Gretel style. How could I not have noticed you ask? I was consumed between excusing myself after slamming into people’s carts left and right and explaining to Weeman why spitting all over mommy in effort to make the “SP” sound was unnecessary. Ewh was that a chunk of wet pretzel!? The kid is cute, so we had this conversation about 20 times before I realized the travesty of labor that lay ahead of me. I could have totally left the store, but then I would have been that mom. We get in the car an hour an a half later and I announce what fun that was. And we still had 3 stops to make.
    Stink says, “Mommay! Uhhhhmmm. Why don’t we just buy costco?”
    My sentiments exactly.
    And you better believe the fruit returned to the bag with all its’ dustball glory.