Ain't No Supermom

Category: little Stink

  • What they did…

    What they did…

    While I was gone. You think they missed me? Me thinks not. Daddy made sure to do LOTS of fun memorable stuff. Stop 1: Adventure City.

     
    Don’t mind the belly shirt. In my defense, the 3 yr. old is outgrowing a 4t. Can’t keep up. I promise no genie in a bottle moves.

     getting to be the drivers and push all the buttons!? 
     Weston-who do you love?
     This looks like a skiball about to go very wrong.

     Stop 2: Angel Game 
     More belly.  Weston is getting embarrassed.

    Did you think Weeman wouldn’t find a pretty blonde to snuggle up with? 
    They then went to MawMaws and PawPaws to spend a day in the pool and go down the waterslide a trillion times. You can guess what my greeting was like. “Oh. Hi mom. {sigh}.”
  • Boys are funny.

    Boys are funny.

    At least mine are. To all you non parentals out there who I doubt read my blog: something no one ever tells you-your kids will be funny. They will make you laugh, and pee your pants. (when pregnant).
    So….what has been going on lately you ask? All kinds of shenanigans. First off, little Stink breaking off a 12 foot branch. Single-handedly. It doesn’t look that big, but you know proud mama bird measured that sucker. I walk out to him shouting to Weeman: “Westchon! Real superheros break trees.”

    B doing the happy dance over his conquest.

    Big boy eating cereal. At least his chin is;) 

       I thought I stumbled upon gold when I saw this. 

    Didn’t even phase Stink. I really don’t even think he noticed our son was wearing a donkey tail necklace amidst his trying to teach a 3 year old the mechanics of a curve ball.
      But he was. So I made sure to capture the moment.  
    At dinner for fathers day. Is he my kid? Or is he my kid?
    Weeman trying to rock his way out of high chair land at father’s day dinner.

     My sweet in laws. Such a fun night!

  • Park

    Reason #47 why I love the park.
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  • The Crazy Italian

    gene manifests itself in more ways than one. This has to happen every time little Stink has to go drop some kids off at the pool. It does not matter if we are in a library, a friends home, preschool, or a Hepatitus C infested gas station bathroom. He immediately gets a look of complete shock and awe, and shouts, “Mom! I’ve got to p_ _p!!!” And in a fit of panic, he starts aggresively pulling off all articles of clothing and throwing them all crazy like. The clothes can’t touch the bathroom floor, they must come off at immediate onset of tummy rumble. 

    Boys are so fun.

  • Another store story.

    Wow B. Thank you for crashing the shopping cart into the 5 foot tall display of coffee {thus taking the whole thing down} in front of EVERYONE and their mother at the store tonight. I can’t tell you how exciting it is to pick up 76 bags of coffee in a dress while people are laughing and pointing. But: you weren’t laughing, which made me love you a 100x more, and negated the wrongness of it. God has given you to me to shower me with love and mercy and to keep me neck deep in humilty. Well done buddy. Mommy will get you back in High School. I have every intention of being the lunch lady. Or the campus supervisor in the offensive yellow jacket with a taser gun and cane.