Not Me! Monday

While making cookie dough this past week, I certainly did not allow Jacob to stand on my box of knitting/sewing supplies and pull out all of the silverware from the drawer and throw it on the floor. I also made sure to remove all the steak knives first so he wouldn't spy one and grab it blade first. Not that it would matter, as the knives are so dull they can't cut through bread. (this part is true!) And after he had pulled out everything, I surely would not just stick it back in the drawer. Actually, the floor was clean because it had to be for my party.

Just under the wire for NaBloPoMo. Now it's time for this bad mama to go to bed. To be joined shortly by the pajama clad skeleton boy in his last pair of clean socks. But don't worry, I would never let his sock pile dwindle so low that he didn't have at least one more clean pair for tomorrow. I won't make him sleep in socks and then wear them all day. Or will I?

Not Me Monday! Single Parent Edition

I am having a hard time with what is going on with the MckMama family and their son Stellan. I think mostly it's because our babies just look so much alike with the blonde hair, blue eyes, big toothy grins, and only two months apart. I'm sure most of you don't read MckMama so the short story is that Stellan wasn't supposed to be born alive, but he was an since he was four months old, he has been in and out of hospitals with a condition called SVT which causes his heart to beat too fast. Or at least, I think that's what is wrong. I was supposed to go meet him and his parents this week at a blog meet-up but it's cancelled because Stellan is going in for a procedure that might only have a 20% of doing what it's supposed to do. Not to mention that it's still heart surgery on a one year old. I'm praying that he comes out of his surgery healthy because that's all I can do.

But in the spirit of MckMama, here's my Not Me Monday! confession.

While staying with my mom, I made sure that Jacob slept in the pack n play when he went to bed or down for naptimes. I would NEVER let him sleep in my bed just so I can enjoy an evening of playing on the sewing machine and drinking a glass of wine.

I would never let him fall asleep at ten till five PM just so I could get dinner made without a whiny, overtired, CRABBY child clinging to my leg or perched on my hip as I sauteed ground pork for stroganoff.

Nor do I put on Sesame Street in the evenings when I need to get something done or there is nothing on TV. My child only watches forty five minutes of TV a day. No more than that, no siree. Since TV rots children's brains and causes ADD, of course.

Not Me! Monday

In an effort to avoid watching football today, I certainly did not spend a significant amount of time in bed this evening. Complete with baby, clementines and a bowl of popcorn. Nor did I eat a spoonful of Nutella after I got the baby to bed.

Nor would I let the baby bring a rock from outside into the house and leave it on the side table for days. I never put up a small syringe plus for the laxative medication into my purse, only to forget that I put it up and then find myself on a frantic search of the room and under couches because I'm sure the baby found it and swallowed it and OMG he already has issues pooping and now he might have to poop out a cap-like object. Of course, I would never do that. I always put small objects up and out of reach to avoid panicky moments like that. (I did find it the next day, but then the baby found it and I had to put it away again.)

I also would never put the baby to sleep while watching Desperate Housewives really quietly because Mad Men is recording on the big TV and the guys are watching the game so I couldn't DVR both. My son always falls asleep knowing his mama is paying full attention to his sleepy little eyelids.

Not Me! Monday

I guess I'm surprised it's been a week since my last confession. Truly, I could probably confess daily. This weekend saw us in Gunnison, CO at a campsite off of Blue Mesa Lake. It was nice, actually. We stayed in a cabin so there was no sleeping in tents. CS and I even got to sleep in the same bed together. I guess God says it's ok to sleep together in a cabin in the woods, just not in the house his parent's own. We had campfires and took the boat out on the lake so the guys could fish. There were 4-wheelers to get from the RV where CS's parents stayed and our cabin, but we certainly did (not) take the baby on one without a helmet. Nor would we try to take a long trek through the back woods with the baby, sans helmet and very much needing a nap. Nor did I forget to pack his body wash, so the only shower he could get was a soak in the pool and a quick dip in the hot tub. Last, but not least, I would never allow Jacob to put on sweatpants that hadn't been washed first, lest he get a horribly return of his nasty eczema.

Also size 4 diapers STILL leak and I'm still ignoring it. When can I start potty training?