Coming home from the hospital! |
While we have the most perfect, wonderful, amazing, good-looking child who is never out-of-line - and never will be - [HA!], I must admit that I didn't win Mother of the Year award this year. Shocking, I know. Wondering why? My mommy confessions from this first year:
- I still have never taken Teigan's temperature - and neither has Ben. In fact, we're still not even quite sure how the thing is supposed to work.
- Sometimes, when I'm feeling super lazy and the diaper is, uh, super messy, rather than dealing with the issue, I just walk on over to the sink and Teigan gets a hose-down in the kitchen. I promise I use Comet afterwards... almost all of the time.
- "Cleaning" the pacifier consists of me sucking on it - no matter what it landed in or on.
- I may, or may not, dance for Teigan in hopes that she will mimic my sweet moves later on in life... like, next year. Sorry, Ben.
- I still cuss like a sailor. I really need to f*ing work on that.
- I make all of the household chores part of Teigan's playtime. Sure, you may not want to clean, but it sure is fun when I strap you to the vacuum and we run around the house - right, Teigs?
- While I never want to stop Teigan from doing what she loves, and want to be sure that we expose her to all different kinds of sports, musical instruments, and books - I'm seriously crossing my fingers that she never, ever, ever wants to play softball.
Three months old... mid-cat-nap. What happened to those? |
Six months old |
Nine months old |
I'm a year old! |
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