Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

I torture my children while Mooning my Neighbors

This morning Puddin' Pop decided to use the bathroom and then refused to put her pants back on.  I chased her around for a while and then just gave up.  She would just run and giggle and I figured if she got cold she would come find me.

Fifteen minutes later she was trying to get out the front door, still with nothing on her bottom half.  I explained that it was cold, but we all know that Mommy's don't know anything.  She finally managed to get the door open and I picked her up and to show her how cold it was I pressed her little bottom to the freezing glass of the storm door...just as my neighbor was driving by.  The neighbor stopped, I smiled and waved, and Puddin Pop squealed "Do it again!"

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