Do you realize how hard it is to have 2 dressed up girls and 1 dressed up VERY toddler boy pose, smile, and look in the direction of the camera all 3 at the same time?
Very.
But OH TEH CUTE you get as a result of the yelling, funny faces, arguments, wrangling, and bribing their grandmother.
Anna-5 (mine), Nolan-18mo (nephew), Claire-4 (mine)
Just because I can.
And yes, I did just use a line from Seinfeld about fake vs. real boobs when talking about my children. Shameful.
MessyHouse Word Bank
butt = ass
heiny = vagina
(just like in grade school, this post comes with a set of definitions)
I tend to believe that kids deserve to stay a part of the private side to blogging. They’re not the ones behind the intoxicating glow computer screen sharing their thoughts and actions in their own way. We are. Their parents.
As a mom to the most beautiful, most smartest, way-more-cute-than-your-kid girls, I respect their privacy now, thinking ahead to the future when their eventual boyfriend/girlfriend would stumble upon my posts. Cause, you know, this blog will be all important and stuff in 10 years.
To respect their respective privacy now and in the future, I won’t share with you which girl said this to me. If you’re the lucky boyfriend/girlfriend to one of my dear daughters reading this in the future in your flying car, you’ve got a 50/50 chance of this gem having come from your girlfriend’s mouth:
Girl climbed up on the bathroom counter to brush her teeth.
Girl says, “Excuse me, I just pooted… From my butt.”
I say after giggling, “Well, that’s good. But where else would you poot from?”
Girl says, “Last night I pooted from my heiny while we were in the bath.”
It happens.
