this post is about moments in parenting, none of which are particularly connected to the others. you will know this because of the "* * *"s clearly marking each complete change of subject.
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in my last post, i talked about the good, the bad, and the ugly sides of our lives and how most people rarely tend to show you the bad and the ugly because, well, they are bad and ugly. and who wants to see bad and ugly?
a lot of people, as it turns out.
(this includes me. please send me your bad and ugly moments in a comment!)
so i committed to showing you all the bad and the ugly along with the good! which seems a bit unfair to me since "bad" and "ugly" are two undesirable things and "good" is only one desirable thing, so in this case, the undesirables are clearly winning, but hey. i don't make the rules.
here is a good, desirable moment from the other day; the kind i would have instagrammed if i hadn't forgotten.
it was a gorgeous day outside, but the baby's sunscreen had not yet arrived in the mail (yes, i ordered it on amazon. but only because safeway was all out when i went to place my online grocery order. how lazy do you think i am?), so we went on the porch instead.
doesn't that look nice and lovely and serene? it was.
but this is what you didn't see, and wouldn't see if i weren't so committed to showing you the bad and the ugly as well.
like the rest of my porch:
gross and GROSS.
let's count that as both the bad and the ugly. which is probably cheating. since i don't make the rules, i don't always feel compelled to follow them either.
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ever notice how kids have this sixth spidey sense that directs them to the ONE thing in the room you do not want them touching? i think this must have something to do with adam and the fall of man. there is no other explanation.
yesterday, i was working in the kitchen. which is rare. baby does NOT like being away from me. as sweet that is, it is also a pain, particularly when i'm trying to get something done in another room.
on such occasions, it is necessary for me to park her outside the kitchen and surround her with crap to play with. which i did. only she didn't. instead, she did this:
in case this doesn't clear things up...
note the various toys strewn generously across the floor (there are more, but as you can see, this is not a landscape photo).
note the naked hanger dangling from the changing table behind her.
note the tag in her mouth. and the garment in her tiny clutches.
note also the motion blur. this was caused by her whipping her head around in alarm as she realized that i was documenting her in the act.
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the other day, around 4 PM, i notice something is wrong.
i notice that, at 4 PM, my daughter is frolicking around in an adorable vintage-y frock, like this...
... and i still look like a homeless, hung-over eight-year old.
yes, that is madeline on my shirt.
yes, that is a bucket of poopy clothes behind me.
i think, "i need to fix this."
so what do i do? the normal thing to do would be to change my underwear and, oh i dunno, run a brush through my hair?
do i do this?
i decide this is the perfect time for the baby to practice eating solid foods...
... and then patiently wait for her to puke on herself.
i am happy.
so there you have it. the good (see adorable, vintage-y frock), the bad (see theresee), and the ugly (see homeless, hung-over eight-year old).
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PS: that sunscreen DID end up coming in the mail! AND an adorable swimsuit to boot! AND tiny hand-me-down sunglasses from cousin tilly to re-boot!!
bring it on, summer!!
what are some of your not-so-pretty parenting moments?