
It is that time, once again, to talk about all the things I
did not do this week, and boy do I have some doozies. Head over to
MckMama's blog to join in on the fun!
I
did not walk into the playroom as my daughter was watching t.v.and hear her say, "I saw a bra on t.v., mom! It was soooooo pretty. I want a Barbie bra with sparkles on it. I looooooove bras!" My daughter is
only three. She is
way to young to even know what bras are for, let alone be asking for one!
As my son was in thick of potty training this week, I
did not find that he wants to to do things on his own, and therefore he
does not try to take care of any accidents he has all by himself. This
does not mean that I have found my hand towel in the laundry basket, used as toilet paper, with ummmm,
skid marks, not once, but
twice. He
did not come to me and want to show me his finger, have me smell it, and then tell me he got
poop on it and I needed to wash it off. I am waaaaaayyyy to smart to smell a three-year-old boy's finger when he asks me to, and that definitely
did not happen. I also
did not spend this whole post talking about bras and poop. That is gross and I am
definitely more sophisticated than that......