Ain't No Supermom

Author: Michelle White

  • Bath time Bonanza.

    Bath time Bonanza.

    Well peeps, call me dumb, but I am beginning to think I need to bathe Weeman hose style. The night starts like this:

    (disregard the almost mullet-I know, I know, GO TO THE BARBER) This is par for one our fine dining experiences. 
    hahahaha, oooh what is he up to? Oh what a cute todlet.

                 oooohh. You have discovered the reverberating bath tub while the bum plays music.

    Ok, it really is funny. HA, ha, HA. I am truly getting uneasy.

    THAT is enough.
    The aftermath of this sweet laughing match was something I was never thought a 27 pound baby would ever be capable of. Praise God for a Husband like this:
    This man is up for anything, no complaints. (this pic taken at 3:45 am PST.)
    That ^^^^guy fished out some of the most crazy UFO’s out of our bathtub. God Bless you C. You are my hero. 
  • FAIL.

    FAIL.

    This is my problem.

    I have negative willpower/ self control. What makes this an even bigger waste is the fact this was supposed to go to our marriage ministry for dessert tomorrow night. Oh that, and the tub WAS FULL OF cookies 5 hours ago. I know, I am a winner. I wish this habit permeated only one area of my life, but as we all know,  I am lame, and this bleeds through to many other places also. Like plucking. You can ask my stepdad, he almost sent me to rehab for over plucking the brows back when crayola brows were in. {1996}.  I promise to do better next time. Maybe.

  • Flashback Friday

    Flashback Friday

    I had to share these pics from lil stink’s 1st Birthday party. Way back in ’08. A fun afternoon of cake, food and balloons. Oh and the games….has anyone ever shared how horrible great of a sportsman I am? I LOATHE losing. But it’s not all about me, right? Onto the pics.

     C just has that special something.
     How we told everyone mama was knocked up again.
     I promised you balloons. They were magical.
     Enter the Crazy Italian. (My Dad). This look is typical for this breed when they hear rules of any kind.
     Look at the stance….Work it Uncle G!
     Another perfected graceful catch.
     Smooth.
     My sweet sister in law-how cute is she?
     Mamabird-displaying an A- form. (should have her right foot first-she is a right-y. We are working on this)
     My mother in law-smooth strong transition.
     >>Enter me<< 
    Every muscle in my my body is sacrificing valuable energy and strength to protect and preserve the life of this baby balloon.  This is the only area of my life where my body “over” achieves. Good to know. I have a future in water balloon tossing.
     I just posted this because she is one of the prettiest preggers I have seen. Whatever T.
     There is something so warm and fuzzy about introducing your spawn to the most addictive legal food ingredient on the planet {that I have spent the better half of my life failing to quit}. Hindsight is 20/ 20.
     This picture makes me happy. I love Grandpa Bill and his big bad camera. That thing puts every $600+ camera’s pictures to shame. I think it is a survivor of 1996? 
    Sadly the 2 finger streaks on the left are and huge missing chunk are my contribution to B’s cake. The cake is for the mom anyway-isn’t it? I thought so. 
    If you made it to the end, I promise not to bore you again with 2 year old picture albums on “flashback” Friday I just had so much to say. Obviously.

  • Center for kids who can’t read good.

    Is basically where I am at. What to do with >>this girl<< who seriously can’t read and process words….I am serious.  I think I am at a 30% success rate.  Especially after tonight. Directions?? Who needs directions? Especially when you remember to do all kinds of great things like turning off the oven and actually remembering to bring the printed out and highlighted directions as you seek your destination, *and have to be on time or a work meeting. (BTW: I didn’t forget to turn the oven off, today).  Anywho, I spent the better part of my night driving in the complete wrong direction in the hood an hour away. The kind of hood where you well up with tears because you didn’t buy “ONSTAR”, and you realize no one will find you or any trace of you when your mugger/ car high-jacker/ freddie/etc. jumps into your car and yells at you to ‘drive faster!’ into the woods. Fast forward to my 38th minute in my thomas guide-less car, when bingo- I look up in the rear view mirror and see “N”. I might not be the sharpest pencil in the box, but I knew “S” would get me home.  Brilliant. A compass in a car.

    So then of course I get lost going to a friends house immediately following this expedition, which is literally 1.5 miles off the freeway. And she told me the 2 little turns I had to make on the phone and text. Still. got. lost. FAIL.

  • Oops.

    C has reminded me to post about negligent moment #310. Yes, I put Weeman into his pj’s sans diaper the other night. Awoke to a screaming child that had flooded his sleeper. How does one forget a simple thing such as this?
    American Idol.
    I told you I am a loser.