Mum of two still has a hot bum...sort of.
July 26th 2010 10:40
There's never a dull moment being a mother. I think if there were it would just make me worry anyway.
Right now our household is in the throes of potty training, picky eater conquering and oral hygiene learning.
Unfortunately, none are going well.
Before kids, I was going to be "Ms. Healthy Mum". No processed or otherwise unhealthy foods were going to pass the lips of my furture children.
The stifled giggles from my friends with children now make more sense.
My oldest currently survives on ravioli and garlic bread, but she loves apples so I figure somewhere on the food pyramid is balances out.
My youngest is still at the age where there's nothing she won't eat. Even live stink bugs and the heads of Lego men (later found in her dirty nappy) are on the menu -- but that's a story for another time.
Potty training has as many ebbs and flows as the ocean, with one week seeming we've succeeded, and the next, Child #1 flat refuses to even acknowlege her big-girl undies.
Child #2 is either well-advanced for her age and trying to copy big sis, or she's just a baby nudist since nothing short of a chain lock can keep her in a nappy.
Any tips of teeth brushing would be greatly appreciated since apparently I've done little more than getting my oldest addicted to eating toothpaste.
One night I was taking a shower while the hubby was putting the little one down. My oldest came in and asked me if she could brush her teeth. Feeling a set-up but willing to take the hit for a few minutes of peace, I loaded up her toothbrush and she headed out the door.
From the shower I heard her say "uh oh", and when I stepped out she handed me her now empty toothbrush. Then, in her sweetest voice asked, "More, Mama?" Looking around, I didn't see where the dollap of paste had dropped so I begrudgingly gave her more and she promptly left the room.
I got out of the shower, slipped on my night clothes I had laid out, and began to notice my bum getting progressively warmer. The first thought I had was that my husband had played the old "tiger balm in the shorts" trick; and no, it's not beyond him.
But upon further investigation, I found the missing dollap or toothpaste and the reason for the "uh oh"...in my pants.
image credit: http://www.zazzle.com/cartoon baby photosculptures
Right now our household is in the throes of potty training, picky eater conquering and oral hygiene learning.
Unfortunately, none are going well.
Before kids, I was going to be "Ms. Healthy Mum". No processed or otherwise unhealthy foods were going to pass the lips of my furture children.
The stifled giggles from my friends with children now make more sense.
My oldest currently survives on ravioli and garlic bread, but she loves apples so I figure somewhere on the food pyramid is balances out.
My youngest is still at the age where there's nothing she won't eat. Even live stink bugs and the heads of Lego men (later found in her dirty nappy) are on the menu -- but that's a story for another time.
Potty training has as many ebbs and flows as the ocean, with one week seeming we've succeeded, and the next, Child #1 flat refuses to even acknowlege her big-girl undies.
Child #2 is either well-advanced for her age and trying to copy big sis, or she's just a baby nudist since nothing short of a chain lock can keep her in a nappy.
Any tips of teeth brushing would be greatly appreciated since apparently I've done little more than getting my oldest addicted to eating toothpaste.
One night I was taking a shower while the hubby was putting the little one down. My oldest came in and asked me if she could brush her teeth. Feeling a set-up but willing to take the hit for a few minutes of peace, I loaded up her toothbrush and she headed out the door.
From the shower I heard her say "uh oh", and when I stepped out she handed me her now empty toothbrush. Then, in her sweetest voice asked, "More, Mama?" Looking around, I didn't see where the dollap of paste had dropped so I begrudgingly gave her more and she promptly left the room.
I got out of the shower, slipped on my night clothes I had laid out, and began to notice my bum getting progressively warmer. The first thought I had was that my husband had played the old "tiger balm in the shorts" trick; and no, it's not beyond him.
But upon further investigation, I found the missing dollap or toothpaste and the reason for the "uh oh"...in my pants.
image credit: http://www.zazzle.com/cartoon baby photosculptures
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