BMB: The Bad Mom Blog

About this time, historically speaking, I began writing a blog just for me, which I referred to as my Bad Mom Blog. I wrote for about two years in it. I guess I thought I wanted to keep these entries more focused on me and my parenting experiences than on the kids themselves, so I'd keep them separately. Well, my blogging energy (and time) has since dwindled to the point that I am not maintaining both. Rather than dumping all of the posts (there weren't many), I decided to fold them into this blog.

So, Sam and Kate, as you look back at this blog (a.k.a. the only real baby book you'll have), know that I added these thoughts of mine back in for a reason. You now get a special, insider look at what it was like raising you. Maybe you'll laugh. Maybe you'll think, "Wow, that is SO like Mom." Maybe when you have kids you'll look back and realize, as I have, that the emotions are parenting are universal.

All former Bad Mom Blog entries are listed with a BMB prefix in the title for your reading pleasure. Skip them if you wish.

Love, Mom

SO big

You know how you play that game with babies: "How big is Kate?" "SO big!"

I think we should consider a 5-year-old version.

How big is Sam?

SO big that...
...Curious George and Clifford are cartoons for babies. (the books are okay though)
...being denied Wii privileges is a major tragedy.
...I pick what I want to wear and will not be oppressed by your crazy rules about matching.
...I am sometimes too cool for cuddling.
...I know more about Star Wars than my mom.
...my parents are no longer always right. (I know, i thought that was a teenage thing too!)
...it's cooler to be included as the youngest of the big boys than to be the oldest of the little ones.
...I don't understand what's neat about showering or bathing daily.
...I don't need to explore my world because I've already picked the best parts.
...I explore via DS.
...my mom is feeling nostalgic about my little boy growing up!

Myself

Such independent children I have. Kate's latest and most common comment is now: "I do it myself." Everything, myself. Shoes, caps on water bottles, combing hair, getting dressed, and changing her diaper.

Yes, she thinks the world would be better if she could change her diaper by herself. I informed her that God, in fact, did not make her that way, and that if she wanted to do it "myself" then she would need to use the potty like a big girl.

You'll find most all of my parenting is centered around how life would be much better if she would use the potty like a big girl, so this is just putty in the hand, baby.

(She also really likes saying, "Oh man." If she doesn't like something, or has to leave too soon, or not wear her brother's underwear, "Oh man" is the proper response.

The Birthday Boy

I thought I'd share this picture of Sam on his birthday. At chuck e cheese, no less. Doesn't he look excited??

I'm not sure what his deal was, but I think he was just focused on all of the games he could be playing. Either that or he's contemplating life-issues.