Not Me Monday, again.

It's Monday, and it's time to confess again that I am not the perfect Mother/Wife/Person. Time to be brutally honest, and live to tell about it. Please join me at MCK to read some other real life confessions.

This week, I most certainly DID NOT hide in the pantry to eat a piece of chocolate birthday cake for breakfast while my children grumbled and complained about eating cream of wheat at the breakfast table. And I didn't eat some more of that chocolate cake for dinner either.

I did not put my baby to bed in the clothes that she was to wear the next day because I would rather sleep in an extra couple of minutes. I did not pass my baby off to the first available elderly person at church so that I could worship God with my arms empty for a change.

I really really used that 4 day wait rule between trying new foods with my baby...nope, I certainly did not try out apple, pears, sweet potatoes, and peaches all in one week.

I did not wear the same shirt 2 days in a row this week. I certainly washed it. And I certainly did not throw a sweatshirt on top of it when the baby spit up on it. I would never do that! I did not just put a hat on my head to take my kid to school this morning....oh, no...I took a shower. And I certainly did not just take the garbage out to the curb this morning in my fuzzy pink bathrobe, and wave at my daughter's teacher, who coincidentally lives right next door.

If this doesn't break your heart....

If this picture doesn't just break your heart, well then something is wrong with you. This is how the baby knows her Daddy.
The funny man in the box. If I had audio of this, you would hear the two of them having a conversation together. I really long for the day when this whole ordeal is over.

What's cooking in the blender....

I only have a moment to type here, and then I will be putting the blender into overdrive tonight.

The little apple has finally reached what I believe may be my most favorite time in babyhood. She is eating solids. And from the sheer size of her, anyone can tell, that she loves eating them. She is graduating from rice cereal and oatmeal. She has taste tested applesauce and smashed bananas. She is just itching to dig into the plethora of different foods that are available. Thus, my trip to the grocery store.

I completely bypassed the baby food in the jar section and headed straight for the produce. I am so excited. I purchased fresh peaches, pears, green beans, peas, acorn squash, carrots, and sweet potatoes. My kitchen is busy with food steaming and baking. I really, really love doing this. I have honestly missed doing this. It's been too many years since the last time I have prepared baby food.

In just a few minutes, I will be blending, blending, blending....and then pouring these wonderful things into ice cube trays and freezing. Those frozen food cubes will be put into freezer bags and labeled for future use. I can't wait for my little darling to try all these wonderful foods.

Oh, I wish she could stay this age forever.

Staff Only and Armpit Farts

The Oldest is really enjoying public school. It makes me very sad that she loves it so much, but I am seeing so many changes in her behavior and maturity in this short time....I have to admit, being among a throng of children her own age has been very good for her.

For the most part.

Except for some little eensie weensie little issues. Today, she had "Walking Recess." This is a punishment issued to a student when they have done something pretty stinking bad. There are only 2 punishments worse than "Walking Recess" and that is a note going home to your parents, and a trip to the principal's office. Walking Recess means that the student has to miss recess and must walk laps around the field during that time...no fun for that child. It makes some students cry. I know mine did.

Now you ask, what on earth did my perfect child do to deserve such a horrible punishment? The heinous thing she did was.....(dramatic music here!) She used the Staff Only restroom. Now I have to chuckle about it now that she is tucked away in her bed. Apparently, she needed to use the bathroom during Computer Lab time, so she and another student were to travel together to the restroom in the First Grade Hall. According to my daughter, the Staff Only restroom was soooo much closer. So her traveling friend for the bathroom told her to go on in there....then the friend split. Didn't wait for my daughter. So when she opened the bathroom door, there stood two teachers. She was in pretty big trouble. Especially since 1) She knows how to read the words Staff Only and 2) She isn't considered staff. Silly little girl. But she took her punishment well, and I sided with the teachers on that one. I don't care if the other student told her to use that particular bathroom. My kid knows better. Staff Only means exactly what it says.

And my other eensie weensie issue with public school?

My darling six year old daughter learned how to do an arm pit fart today. She showed me in the car. Does it get any better than that? *shaking my head in disbelief*