tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post116473907993092816..comments2023-11-02T08:09:02.234-04:00Comments on Her Bad Mother: More Fun Than A Barrel Of...Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1165000775897764692006-12-01T14:19:00.000-05:002006-12-01T14:19:00.000-05:00Oh how happy am I that we are past the puking stag...Oh how happy am I that we are past the puking stage.<BR/>well sort of..<BR/>with the exception of a pretty gross incident a few weeks ago when lulu wasn't feeling well.<BR/>I'll spare you the details.<BR/>the up side is at least it wasn't on the new white sofa.<BR/><BR/>good times.petite gourmandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14390555269928625967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164990231289857382006-12-01T11:23:00.000-05:002006-12-01T11:23:00.000-05:00Oh god, I fgorgot about the vomit. We havent' had ...Oh god, I fgorgot about the vomit. We havent' had any for quite a long time (she says clutching the wodden desk). I knew I was officially a big step further into this motherhood thing the day she started to yak in her high chair and I put out my hand and caught it. And then the other hand, while dumping the first handful in a bowl, and hand over hand for several handfuls until her wee tum was empty. <BR/><BR/>And yeah, flossing - but here's the thing about that. Use the little prestrung flosser tools, which come in kid size too, and then it's a neato implement. Pumpkinpie resists brushing, but is fascinated by flossing! We do it as an incentive to get the brushing over with most days!kittenpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164982512594746882006-12-01T09:15:00.000-05:002006-12-01T09:15:00.000-05:00oh my God... i just posted this morning about poop...oh my God... i just posted this morning about poop in the tub... i sure hope it gets easier!the mad mommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14535453643548976883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164981429742744392006-12-01T08:57:00.000-05:002006-12-01T08:57:00.000-05:00Oh man, I am so not ready for any of that. Not in ...Oh man, I am so not ready for any of that. Not in the least. It's a good thing my husband and I have a good sense of humor because this is going to get ugly, isn't it?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164977648077201912006-12-01T07:54:00.000-05:002006-12-01T07:54:00.000-05:0064 comments, and how can I find something fresh to...64 comments, and how can I find something fresh to say? Except I can't. But yeah, that's our life. Forever. Because to paraphrase RD, today's literal shit will be tomorrow's metaphorical shit. We really effed up this time, huh? <BR/><BR/>Nah. It's a beautiful little mess.<BR/><BR/>Now that November is over, I'll have some time to catch up with you (and expand my vocabulary, you damned brainiac!). <BR/><BR/>This one really spoke to me. Perfect, as usual.Jezerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07342441899854569351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164924852697827762006-11-30T17:14:00.000-05:002006-11-30T17:14:00.000-05:00Yep - it's a mighty disgusting enterprise, this pa...Yep - it's a mighty disgusting enterprise, this parenting. (I try to make the grosser realities seem more important by calling myself an excrementalist. It helps - a little.)<BR/><BR/>I think the shit is always there, morphing from one form to another, until the very end. Maybe it's not so bad?Ruth Dynamitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06161626814106717754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164923693364430462006-11-30T16:54:00.000-05:002006-11-30T16:54:00.000-05:00I remember the really good months with my daughter...I remember the really good months with my daughter were when she started sleeping nights to when she started walking...maybe about 3 whole months, it was great! <BR/><BR/>It never improves. She's in her 30s, and I could still wring her neck!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164916768740111872006-11-30T14:59:00.000-05:002006-11-30T14:59:00.000-05:00My kids (almost 9 and 6 year old twins) are not so...My kids (almost 9 and 6 year old twins) are not so messy anymore. My almost 3 year old isn't so much work either. It gets easier quickly, but then you have dating, makeup, etc. to deal with. I think maybe the "yucky" stage is something I might wish for again soon.Radioactive Torihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01588217525296865718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164837074697266032006-11-29T16:51:00.000-05:002006-11-29T16:51:00.000-05:00Looking back I think I must have blocked the yuck ...Looking back I think I must have blocked the yuck and the sleep deprivation out of my mind. Ill take tired over grossed out any day.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164836435308121152006-11-29T16:40:00.000-05:002006-11-29T16:40:00.000-05:00Spaghetti EXPANDS? Ew. Somebody warned me about co...Spaghetti EXPANDS? Ew. Somebody warned me about corn in poo, but I hadn't heard about spaghetti vomit. Nice.<BR/><BR/>Here's the thing - I AM the faint of heart. I have always been faint of heart. I gag at cat spew. How I have been coping with the ick of motherhood, I DO NOT KNOW.Her Bad Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164836118843286132006-11-29T16:35:00.000-05:002006-11-29T16:35:00.000-05:00Indeed. You're in it for life. Just wait for WB ...Indeed. You're in it for life. <BR/><BR/>Just wait for WB to be 9 years old! Then you'll get spaghetti dinner throw up...on the bed and the floor. Who knew that spaghetti expanded that much!?<BR/><BR/>ew. We did this on PURPOSE???Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164835109891634792006-11-29T16:18:00.000-05:002006-11-29T16:18:00.000-05:00I'd be lying if I said there were some days I don'...I'd be lying if I said there were some days I don't want to do something about it. Motherhood is what it is - a messy, turmultuous, get you in the gut kind of business. Not for the faint of heart.Thanks for writing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164831563878490552006-11-29T15:19:00.000-05:002006-11-29T15:19:00.000-05:00The Yuck Preparedness System of mine never prepare...The Yuck Preparedness System of mine never prepared me well enough for the double-yuck produced by precocious twins. Now, adding an active toddler into it, you'd think I'd wisen up and wave the white flag.<BR/><BR/>But I still try and beat back the chaos-- because 10 minutes of clean is still worth it.<BR/><BR/>'sigh.<BR/>-RachaelAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164831261188900702006-11-29T15:14:00.000-05:002006-11-29T15:14:00.000-05:00Yesterday Elby took her nap with a small container...Yesterday Elby took her nap with a small container of black play-do. I don't know how she snuck it into her crib but she did. The end result was sheets ruined with black gunk and play-do in her hair, under her nails etc. And she's 2! It never ends.BabyonBoredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05988664515214410933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164829177390979642006-11-29T14:39:00.000-05:002006-11-29T14:39:00.000-05:00oh this was a good post. i was thinking about this...oh this was a good post. i was thinking about this exact same thing this morning after I tried for about 20min to change my daughter's diaper but as usual she escaped me and ran around naked, and then peed on the floor to which my husband arrives home and says; hmm that never happens with me!<BR/>i think it does get better though, or at least the hope of it gets me through each day!Gabriellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197466577705694153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164825868823547432006-11-29T13:44:00.000-05:002006-11-29T13:44:00.000-05:00Finally! I've been wanting to comment for a while...Finally! I've been wanting to comment for a while now, but every time I open the comments section at home, my computer shuts down! Stupid computer.<BR/><BR/>Luckily, I don't have a problem with baby mess. However, being thrown up on twice (two times!) before 8am in the morning is no fun. No fun, I say! I don't have that many clothes that still fit.Run ANChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06088821030860597465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164818716783080282006-11-29T11:45:00.000-05:002006-11-29T11:45:00.000-05:00It does get better. My 6-year-old is close enough...It does get better. My 6-year-old is close enough to self-cleaning that I'm willing to overlook the lapses, AND she empties the dishwasher and feeds the cat. My 2-year-old is still leaky and messy in all the wrong places, but I know we're on the down-side of this particular roller-coaster. <BR/><BR/>And when it gets ENOUGH better, then mommy-dementia will set in and I'll start to think that it's a good idea to have a third baby. Because I Just. Don't. Learn.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02778318185310548615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164817315564866062006-11-29T11:21:00.000-05:002006-11-29T11:21:00.000-05:00And then...after the snot and poop comes the blood...And then...after the snot and poop comes the blood. Blood from having sibling knock your tooth out with a golf club or accidentally running over your foot with a lawn mower. Yeah...wait for it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164816004665990372006-11-29T11:00:00.000-05:002006-11-29T11:00:00.000-05:00I'm crying over here, this post is so fucking funn...I'm crying over here, this post is so fucking funny. I'm glad this is your life and not mine. Promise me you'll never stop writing about it.Baby in the Cityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01167558214100594817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164814744725478012006-11-29T10:39:00.000-05:002006-11-29T10:39:00.000-05:00Oh and the bodily fluids and solids are just the t...Oh and the bodily fluids and solids are just the tip of the ice berg. The breakfast rebellion, the nudist demands, the tantrums, the, the, the... Monkey festival it is.Madhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13416585771017767796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164813840017321822006-11-29T10:24:00.000-05:002006-11-29T10:24:00.000-05:00Funny post! Nobody really prepares you for the "sh...Funny post! Nobody really prepares you for the "shit" do they? My brother's kid once flung shit from her diaper all over the bedroom once, too. Not pretty!Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15080488909182074526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164809421594676442006-11-29T09:10:00.000-05:002006-11-29T09:10:00.000-05:00Speaking of recorded family history, I would have ...Speaking of recorded family history, I would have loved to see that all on film. It's really amazing how, at one moment, all can be calm. But then, moments later, everything hits the fan. Including the shit. <BR/><BR/>Yes, thank god they make babies cute.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164805599689879492006-11-29T08:06:00.000-05:002006-11-29T08:06:00.000-05:00For every stupid teenager who has sex without a co...For every stupid teenager who has sex without a condom, I'm just dying to show them this post. Good thing all the pros of baby owning outweigh the shit. So to speak.Mom101https://www.blogger.com/profile/15468524489744839899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164801809766398342006-11-29T07:03:00.000-05:002006-11-29T07:03:00.000-05:00Oh, for the life of a monkey.I'm braced (if not pr...Oh, for the life of a monkey.<BR/><BR/>I'm braced (if not prepared) for this messy life caring for Q. But to start over with another one? Not. Ready. Yet!Lady Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13360693450146358247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1164789926512928712006-11-29T03:45:00.000-05:002006-11-29T03:45:00.000-05:00OK, aside from your lovely and eloquently detailed...OK, aside from your lovely and eloquently detailed shitefest, you really only have another say year or year and a half of the deep, down in the trenches of it all. Then you graduate to skidmarked undies and your kid bellowing at top lung, "Mama wiiiipe meeeee!" Nice.<BR/><BR/>Take heart, girls train a lot faster than boys.Go Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17231542783246552456noreply@blogger.com