While this is the first of MckMama’s ‘Not me’! Monday posts I’ve written, it by no means indicates that I have been short of ‘not me’ events in my life over the last six and a half months! In fact, I’ve been trying to keep a running list of them for such a time as this: a time when I actually have time to write for a Monday post. For those of you who don’t know, baby Stellan’s momma, a.k.a. “MckMama”, created this savvy post idea in which us bloggers can be honest about all the crazy stuff we did or didn’t do during the week. It’s a freeing, creative way for me to air my dirty laundry, in other words. It’s surprisingly very therapeutic. And funny! So here we go…
I certainly do not encourage Molly to charge outside to attack the squirrels who jump onto the bird feeder to steal the food. Not me!
It was not completely unbeknownst to me that Brennan outgrew the set length of the Baby Bjorn until when introducing him to a coworker of my Momma’s who said, “Why are his legs purple?” Nope. Not me!
We were not in the middle of downtown Austin visiting the Children’s Museum last week when I realized I didn’t have enough change for the meter. So I did not opt to feed Brennan his banana in his stroller beside our car out in the heat so I didn’t have to pay the meter until the last possible second. And it wasn’t next to a large, loud construction site for a sky rise with all sorts of passersby. Nor did I leave home without a spare change of clothes for Brennan. So when he proceeded to soak himself and his only outfit with pee while changing his diaper, I didn’t opt to spare my clothes from getting soiled or skip the painstaking labor of washing the stroller and the car seat and instead carry around a naked (albeit diapered) baby around the city of Austin. Heavens, not me!
I do not, and I mean do not, take a diaper wipe (a clean one) to “wet” Brennan’s hair in the morning to get it to stay in place (since he gets his bath at night). No, that would be weird. And lazy. And make him smell like diaper wipes. Fresh diaper wipes though. No, Not me!
Instead of giving Brennan the fresh food I’d planned on making him, I did not choose to give him red potatoes even though they were a few weeks old. They looked and smelled good to me; I would’ve eaten them. So I did not make my baby boy sick by either giving him old potatoes or making them too starchy/gluey thereby upsetting his digestive system. It did not make him throw up several times, even in his sleep. I did not do that! Not me! I tell you, Not me!
See, don’t you feel better about your week? If you want to feel even better, take a look at what MckMama and other goofballs like myself wrote here.
Happy Not Me! Monday. <grin>
