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, January 13, 2010

What the Hell Wednessday ~Kids, Boobs, Butts, and Wii Fit

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My 6 year old son came home with a note from the teacher. He has spent the last two days having difficulties staying on task and has instead been talking and goofing around. The teacher specifically said she was concerned "with the talking." My, that brought back memories. No matter how well I did in school, I always got notes on my progress reports and report cards that I talked too much. What the Hell? My MIL says Hubster had the same problem. Poor kid doesn't stand a chance.

My daughter was playing yesterday with some Barbies. I happened to look over and, What the Hell? I noticed that she had two of the exact same Barbie. I asked her how she came to have two of the same, and also wondered how I hadn't noticed this before now. She looked them over closely and said "They're not the same Mommy. Look, this one has her boob showing." What the Hell? I quickly refastened her top and handed her back. Puddin Pop then says "Yep. You're right Mommy, they are the same."

And Lastly, we're playing "Retro" on Facebook. You must post an old picture of yourself. I came up with this one...

It was 1979 (or 80). That's my brand new bike. The Shorts? What the Hell? I have no choice but to blame it on bad parenting. I'm also pretty sure that I'm going to make sure that all the too small clothes get removed from my children's drawers so to avoid this happening to them.

I'm also thinking pictures like this are more likely to keep me using my Wii Fit Plus as my weight loss product, along with healthier meals. I'll also put a copy on the fridge and cupboard to "remind me" to stop snacking late at night. My Wii Fit trainer says that's what's keeping me from reaching my goals...What the Hell? He doesn't even know me.

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