One this is for damn sure: I was right to post that last entry. All of your stories made me feel LOADS better. What does it say about me that I feel better about my own faulty parenting moments when I know women worldwide are dropping their kids on their heads too? Our children should form support groups with each other later in life, don’t you think? MrZ walked into the bathroom to shower after The Incident the other morning (because neither one of us could go back to sleep afterwards) and I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor. He laughed and said, “What is this? Your penance?”
This is why non-practicing catholics should always marry other non-practicing catholics.
Speaking of penance: I forgot my lunch today. I’m wondering if this is my subconscious punishing me for eating 6 chocolate-chip muffins yesterday. After MrZ left to go pick up LilZ from his Dad’s, I whipped up a batch of chocolate-chip muffins thinking, “I’ll eat or or two and leave the rest for the boys to eat later tonight.” Twenty minutes after they were out of the oven? I had eaten all six. Twenty minutes after that? I became very sick to my stomach.
Go figure.
What’s that blank stare in her face like she doesn’t recognize you anymore… HA! Just kidding. Yes I would imagine that after reading all those comments you could have cut off her baby’s hand and not have felt as guilty. Sheesh! Those were some crazy stories.
Also, you could just pretend you made 6 mini muffins… that would make it seem less… wrong.
But you know what? I bet Mr.Z is pretty impressed at how much bad food you can eat and still keep such a hot figure.
I love that book! Have you seen the other “Sheep” books? We like “Sheep out to Eat” and “Sheep in a Shop”. What a beautiful baby!
Best baby photo ever! She has the most gorgeous eyes.
What I wanna know is…..How in the HELL do you eat like you do and STILL have that kick-ass body? I don’t get it.
let me just say…i was dropped on my head as a child. well, i fell off the changing table with the babysitter. she didn’t say anything and a week later i was taken in for emergency surgery to remove splinters from my skull before they pierced the membrane.
…see? it could be TOTALLY worse!
and i turned out just fine.
p.s. i thought the book said “sleep in a jeep” and was all confused about why anyone would write a children’s book about the homeless. heh.
Ha! I thought the book was called “Sleep in a Jeep” too, until I read the comments.
Hasn’t every mother injured her baby’s head somehow? I thought that was kind of par for the course, or maybe my family is just that screwed up.
She is so cute and she is obviously very traumatized by it all. And by “it” I mean the fact that you didn’t offer her any chocolate chip muffins.
GOD! And I thought it was just me! (another REALLY non-practicing catholic, lol)
I once snapped at a grandmotherly coworker and made her feel stupid, and even AFTER presenting her some ‘I’m sorry’ donuts, I was up all night power-puking.
What is IN that baptismal water, anyway? Super radioactive guilt-inducing nun juice?