It's Friiiiiiday, and back by popular demand (okay, one person) it's time to fess up. I need to keep it real lest you people think I spend all my time creating photo collages and making graham crackers. This one's for you Dani :)
- We decided to start the Elf on the Shelf tradition this year. It's a fun thing where this little elf hides somewhere in your house and reports back to Santa each night. You know he's reporting to the North Pole because the elf is in a different spot each morning. Yeah, our elf only made it two days before he flaked out and forgot to find a new spot. Whoops.
- Brecken got a new talking Thomas the Train toy from great-grandma for Thanksgiving. Every single thing he says starts with an oath of some kind. "Cinders and Ashes, it's dark in here!" or "Clattering Carriages, this is a bumpy road!" Thomas is a cuss face.
- I waited until our pumpkins were a moldy pile of goo before finally throwing them out. While slightly embarrassing, I do think it helps keep the Kirby reps at bay.
- My son, who shall remain nameless (but rhymes with potaydn), threw a rock through our bedroom window over a year ago. We would have gotten it fixed, but
we're cheapwe were enjoying the fresh air. We finally had to wuss out and put some cardboard over the hole when temps dropped below zero last month. That cardboard works pretty great... you know, aside from the ghetto factor.
- Brecken got his first sharpie tattoo this week courtesy of his brother. The big black splotches all over his arms will not wash off, and now he looks like a baby sailor fresh into port.
Daddy: "Grey, would you ever eat a squirrel?"
Grey: "Only if there was a little tiny chicken inside it."
"Mom, did you know that when Jesus was born they wrapped him in special clothes and put him in a food bin?"
- Last week I was relieved to discover halfway through the day that I hadn't gained 10 pounds overnight, I just had my underwear on sideways.
That's all I have to confess this week. I had a lot more written on my iPhone, but I accidentally deleted the note. That's probably for the best.
Perfection in motherhood is not a requirement, but the ability to laugh at your imperfections really helps. If YOU have anything you want to confess I would love to hear it. Feel free to grab this button (copy and paste the code in the box) and write your own "Fess Up Friday" post. Just make sure and leave me a link in the comments so I can come visit!