I have earned myself The Worst Mother Award. Whoever has the traveling trophy, please send it along to me. I will accept it with disgrace and hang my head in shame for what brought me to this point in my mothering career.
Last night, I gave Timmers some yogurt. Fruit on the Bottom. Peach. He gulped it all right down and while throwing away the carton, I glanced at the date. November 27, 2007.
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Fear not...I think the cultures in yogurt actually get stronger with age. Right? Like cheese maybe?
Just trying to throw you a bone, here.
Thanks Kelli,
I could fashion a trophy out of the bone, I suppose. :)
Haha!
For Christmas this year my parents gave Richard an ornament made out of a chicken femur.
My dad bought a special drill for the project and everything.
I suppose we could do the same sort of thing for you.
I will graciously take the trophy from you Momma Friend~
Yesterday all of my kids were home too and life was frantic!
It was time for Shelby to take her 12:00 nap, so I grabbed the bottle on the counter that I had made at 10:30. She still had half of it left and I hadn't hit that 2 hours to spoiled formula yet.
Put her to bed, went downstairs to check on the bigs, see a bottle on the floor in the basement, realize Shelby went down there with it at 10:30 to see the kids, THEN I realize that I just fed her the last half of the bottle she had to go to bed last night! 16 hours can't be good.
Yep, She was up after 45 minutes, while I had soapy hair in the shower, screaming with a tummy ache, "Ow Mommma- Ow Momma"
I think your yogurt beats the pound cake all to heck.
I'll be passing on my award to you later.
Carla, your award is ready! Check out my blog and see!
marylu,
How creative are you??
I simply must share it with lauralynn and her formula fiasco!
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