MOTY – Gem of the Day

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Here is today’s reader-submitted Mother-of-the-Year moment…and I know so many of us can totally relate!

When my son was 13 months old, I had to travel to Hawaii for eight days for work. My husband was not comfortable being alone with the baby by himself for more than a week, but the grandparents were delighted to take him (my dad and stepmother).

Our son was walking by then, wearing a cute pair of white leather shoes a friend had loaned me. The night before we flew to New York to drop him with the grandparents. (I continued on by myself for the work trip, a detour which cost me $320.)

I saw a blister on one of his toes. Of course, those were the only shoes he had and there was no time to buy bigger ones on the way to the airport in the morning. So…I told
grandma and grandpa about the blister and asked them if they could buy him a new pair of sneakers or shoes.

On the way to their home, they stopped at one of those nice stores where the salesperson measures your feet. Later, I heard “those shoes you had on him were two sizes too small.”

Cue the guilt!

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Not so eggs-cellent

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Not too long ago, I came into my kitchen when I heard one of my boys crying about his food not being done. I wasn’t sure what all the fuss was about, but quickly found out when I stumbled upon this:

This is NOT a hard-boiled egg.

This is NOT a hard-boiled egg.

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This is also NOT a hard-boiled egg.

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Guess what? Not hard boiled.

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Starting to sense a pattern here…

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Thankfully both cartons weren’t full, but he missed the carton of hard-boiled eggs by one shelf. Apparently, the bright, colored carton threw him off. That’s just the type of thing us MOTYs do, right?

Size matters

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Earlier this year, my 5-year-old had asked for a bowl of cereal as a late snack. It wasn’t too far from supper, so I told him that he could have ONE bowl of cereal.

Being a MOTY, I emphasized the one…don’t want to ruin his supper, you know?

Well, what I failed to do was emphasize size of serving – and this is what I walked in to find:

When specifying that a child can have only ONE bowl, one should also specify the size of that bowl!

When specifying that a child can have only ONE bowl, one should also specify the size of that bowl!

The dangers of diapers

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I apologize in the delay of follow-up posts…here I go, start a new blog and then take a week’s vacation/conference. Nice, right? Just goes to prove that I’m the right woman for this job. Definitely a MOTY. While gone, I missed my son’s 6th birthday, and my 3-year-old’s first day of preschool – again, that has MOTY written all over it, right?

Oh well, this too shall pass.

Here’s my gem of the day to share with you:

So, I’m in the process of working hard with my 3-year-old son on potty training. There are some extenuating circumstances as to why he isn’t trained yet, but it mostly revolves around my laziness.

Perhaps he's getting back at me for the multiple years of horrific Christmas humiliation.

Perhaps he’s getting back at me for the multiple years of horrific Christmas humiliation.

The other night, while changing a poopy diaper after just asking him about needing to go less than 30-seconds prior, I came a little unglued. I didn’t do anything drastic or dangerous, I just let my sarcasm and my mouth get the better of me. I told him that if he pooped his pants, he’d become a girl. That apparently didn’t sit well with him, because he started crying…well, like a girl.

Don’t worry, I’m sure I didn’t do any permanent damage. And I’m pretty certain that he was going to need therapy anyway. I mean, we are his parents and all. I figured he’d forget about it in a day or two.

I was wrong.

A few days later, he asked if I was a girl. I replied, “Yes, of course I am.” He came back with, “So, you pooped your pants, too?”

Guess that apple didn’t fall too far, did it?

Welcome to our Club!

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After reading a few Facebook updates from friends of mine, I quickly realized that sometimes we just need a place we can go, share the stuff that’s going on in our lives and leave it there…and this is that place.

Did your son use all your face cream for an art project? Decide to color himself up with permanent markers?

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Did your daughter decide her little sister makes a great hair dressing dummy?

What happened? We want to know, we want to hear about it, we want to laugh with you and we want to celebrate the fact that sometimes stuff just happens.

We’re just getting going, so have a little patience, but soon this page will be full of gut-busting, I-don’t-believe-that-happened sort of stories. I promise, this will make even the worst of days seem just a little brighter.

Because we all are just one step away from Mother of the Year.

Have a story to share? We would love to hear from you! Leave a message in the comments, and we’ll get back to you soon.