Ain't No Supermom

Author: Michelle White

  • Big Dreams.

    I have 3 big dreams for 2011. 

    1) Training myself to wake up with my husband EVERY morning at 5am so I can send him off with a colgate smooch.  So far I am 2 for 18. Right on track.
    2) (the #1 reason) Reading AND studying God’s Word for a good chunk of uninterrupted time and prayer. I always am encouraged when I actually am able to stay awake only to have a screaming child at 5:45am because their diaper is in a bunch or they have decided 5:30 is the new 7:30.  But seriously, my day 1000x times better when I can spend that time at God’s feet. 
    3)   Running a triathlon. Complete with the florescent spandex biking suits that add 30 pounds of thigh meat.  The problem of course is bike seats and my lady parts never can seem to get along right and I always surrender after 5 minutes. So, my sweet husband has signed us up for a half marathon in May. I have trained 4 days and am realizing if I can push Bertha, (my big bad double stroller), ANYWHERE, I can do 13.1 miles without her, cake like.  
  • Pitiful.

    Pitiful.

    6 Months ago, Julyish, I had a brilliant idea. Fill up the pots we bought 3 years ago with soil and grow our own herbs. Just like everyone and their preschooler. Seriously-everybody can do this. Except me. I am apparantly incapable of figuring out what kind of magical potions to put in these plants to make them GROW. Lame. Anyway, 5 plants later here is our creepy sole survivor. This little remnant has not grown or died in 6-7 months.  The others: Basil, parsley, basil #2, and Tomato #1 & #2 have politely declined to bear me fruit and thus ended up in a pretty green trash can. ARE YOU LISTENING ROSEMARY?

  • Flashback Friday

    I am totally stealing this idea from a mommy friend of mine, Melissa. This might be two of the top 10 moments of my life.  It makes my heart swell with joy and I hope you will smile too.  February 2007 (in our 1st little white walled condo).

  • bath time rhymes.

    Sidebar:  (yes I know we haven’t even started the post).
    Ok, so lets lay out some ground rules.

    1) no embellishing in stories. I have heard some incredible sermons over the last couple weeks on taming the tongue, slander, etc. Everything you read is true. 🙂 I say this b/c half the time I don’t believe my own kids did/ said that.
    2) if you are creepy and reading this blog please go away. I have big bunions and am really gross. I promise.
    3) I had something else really important to say and forgot. Story of my life.

    Onto what I wanted to write about:

    So it is bath time for Weeman after lunch as he likes to comb whatever food of the hour is through the hair. So, he was in the bath, I got distracted reorganizing my makeup drawer. Shocker. A few minutes later Brayden kept yelling, “mom!! he pooped! Big poop! Gross!”
                                        {repeat 6 times}
    I see the massive floater and literally froze. *by the way-if you are not a parent-you won’t get how gross this really is.* So after a minute of just standing there in shock-I take the beloved elmo cup that we have had in the bath for a year. Elmo took one for the team. Then like  a sweetie, B brings me a diapie and his “keetar” (ukaelele). Without missing a beat, he says, “W, I am going to sing you a song. Its called {he starts strumming} We don’t poop in the bath.”

    This kid.

  • And we have a winner.

    For best Christmas gift. It was not the 400 piece Thomas the train bonanza, the sweet eco friendly lunch sticker pale or full functioning trash trucks complete with noise.  It came from thoughtful Nanny and Papa. His name is Skanky, (I had nothing to do this, B is original like that), and he is a wannabe cobra about 5 feet in length. By wannabe, I mean he is a fake snake, in case you didn’t catch that. I don’t know if I am more concerned with the potential name dropping that could take place at  preschool, or that he wants to wear it Britney spears style at all times. How to explain to a 3 year old wearing a snake reminds mommy of a bald Britney holding a bat. {enter suggestion here}.