* Why is it that we gag at other kid's boogers, spit up, poopies, tee-tees, and slobber, but we don't bat an eye with our own children's?
(Now, Cheeto fingers gag me every time ... I don't care who you are.)
* Why is it that every other kid's diapers smell horrific, but our babies' don't stink?
* Why does proper use of the English language go flying out the window when we talk to our babies?
* Why do we cheer when our toddlers clean their plate, but discourage it when they get older? (Adults aren't "supposed" to make a happy plate, but we bend over backwards trying to get our children to!)
* Why do we constantly teach them and help them toward their milestones and then cry when they reach them (wishing they were still teeny)?
* Why do we lose all sense of who we are when our babies laugh and turn into crazed screaming lunatic freaks trying to get them to keep giggling?
* Why is baby chub the cutest thing in life, but Mommy chub isn't?
* Why could I never give a care about superheroes, guns & bow and arrows, sports, and outer space, but because my kid loves them, I become interested, too.
* Why do I never know what day it is, but always know what time it is?
* Why do I catch myself singing the theme song to Super Why more than current radio hits?
* Why do I spend time trying to get my babies to sleep well and then worry (read: panic) about them if they sleep longer than expected?
* Why do these precious little babies consume our thoughts and turn us to mush?
Because we are their Mommy's. Their crazy, silly, bizarre little Mommy's.
And we can not be explained.
(Now, Cheeto fingers gag me every time ... I don't care who you are.)
* Why is it that every other kid's diapers smell horrific, but our babies' don't stink?
* Why does proper use of the English language go flying out the window when we talk to our babies?
* Why do we cheer when our toddlers clean their plate, but discourage it when they get older? (Adults aren't "supposed" to make a happy plate, but we bend over backwards trying to get our children to!)
* Why do we constantly teach them and help them toward their milestones and then cry when they reach them (wishing they were still teeny)?
* Why do we lose all sense of who we are when our babies laugh and turn into crazed screaming lunatic freaks trying to get them to keep giggling?
* Why is baby chub the cutest thing in life, but Mommy chub isn't?
* Why could I never give a care about superheroes, guns & bow and arrows, sports, and outer space, but because my kid loves them, I become interested, too.
* Why do I never know what day it is, but always know what time it is?
* Why do I catch myself singing the theme song to Super Why more than current radio hits?
* Why do I spend time trying to get my babies to sleep well and then worry (read: panic) about them if they sleep longer than expected?
* Why do these precious little babies consume our thoughts and turn us to mush?
Because we are their Mommy's. Their crazy, silly, bizarre little Mommy's.
And we can not be explained.
all of this is absolutely true!! so well said!! love it :D
ReplyDeleteI don't know about Levi's and Ezra's, but my son's dirty diapers S.T.I.N.K. I agree wholeheartedly with everything else, though. Wonderful post, Whitney!
ReplyDeleteLove this post!! I so agree with Super Why...in my head when I fall asleep and when I wake up.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I used to think Elmo was cute...now his little world with the.same.things every episode (shade, Mr. Noodle, tv, computer, piano) drive me bonkers!! :)
So true!
ReplyDeleteWell said!
ReplyDeleteHaha...this is so funny BUT I totally think the first two bullets are wrong...all baby messes/fluids totally gross me out, even my own baby ;)
ReplyDeleteMy favourite one is the..."don't know what day it is, but I always know the time." That is SO true!!!
ReplyDeleteWhy am I not supposed to clean my plate? If its good, I'm eating it all.
ReplyDelete"Adventure waits when you're with Super Why!" That and the "Hip Hip Hooray, the Super Readers saved the day..." songs are stuck in my head perpetually. My husband and I sing them together constantly, so much so that we went on a second baby Babymoon to Hawaii and found ourselves singing them there! We can't escape those songs. I wish I lived in the south for the Super Why live shows this summer, sadly they aren't coming to Seattle.
ReplyDeleteWhat I want to know is, why do they never come when called but will certainly follow you into the bathroom uninvited? I have yet to conquer this one.
ReplyDeleteThis is so sweet, and so true. Except the diaper one. My daughter's diapers smell toxic.
ReplyDeleteBeing a mommy is certainly amazing.