Five Confessions of a Bad Parent

Good morning!  Let's skip my usual generic preamble today and dive right in to the public display of the highlights of my more questionable parental adventures:



#1.  I taught my kids to say "Yay Momma!" and clap just to give me an ego boost.  Now if I feel like I need a little applause for say, loading the dishwasher or brushing my hair in the morning, I gather the kids around and they cheer for me.  It's great.





#2. Two words.  Baby Rodeo. 

 

 

#3  In the early months, I often did not know which baby I was nursing when I stumbled into their room for the third...fourth...fifth time every night.  I'd squint and try to figure it out, and then I'd give up because it didn't really matter.  In my defense, they looked reallllly alike.

#4  I used to put my hands on either side of my giant twin baby belly and jiggle it around, while simultaneously yelling "SHAKEN BABIES!!!" just to get a rise out of my husband and mom.



Bad Momma.

 

#5  I made this into a coffee mug for my husband for Father's Day:

 

 

Whew.  I feel better getting those off my chest.

Have a super Wednesday!