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Not Me Monday: Birthday Edition

wistfulwrists — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 22:33:24 +0000

This past weekend we did not celebrate one child’s birthday, no we celebrated the twins’ birthdays. It most certainly did not catch me by surprise.

Our Saturday morning did not start with an invitation to a movie night with our girl cousins, and if it had, I certainly would NOT have asked my husband to “sell” the idea to the twins in lieu of a friend birthday party, simply for my own convenience. I certainly would not have forgotten to bake the requested carrot cake on Saturday morning for Sunday’s post-church family dinner and party. That’s just not my style.

I absolutely did not throw myself out of bed early Sunday morning to bake the cakes before my workout. I would NEVER dream of yelling at my husband in bursts of breath in the most excruciating part of the workout “Cupcakes. Out. OVEN.” We never yell at one another at our house.

Even if our morning had started that way, we would not have had ZERO presents wrapped to present to the twins at the family party. That would be wrong. We certainly would not attempt to make it up to them by taking them on a shopping trip to Toys R Us and buying them the toys they wanted, sale or no.

That’s just not how this organized mom of four does it. < rolls eyes >

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

Oreo Breakfast

wistfulwrists — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 14:20:26 +0000

If you’ve followed me for very long, you would know that I am definitely not the type of mother who would give a child an Oreo cookie for breakfast. Definitely not a child on her way to the pediatrician’s office for fever and vomitting, that would just be crazy. If I had, I would definitely not allow photographic evidence of such an event, and would not blog about it.

I love celebrating the first day of Spring Break with a visit to the doctor, don’t you?

Junior High Jokes

wistfulwrists — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 16:31:28 +0000

If my 5 year old son approached me with something obviously stashed inside the front of his tighty whities, I most certainly would not ask, “What’s in your underwear?” I would not break into uncontrollable laughter like an adolescent boy when he produced a tightly balled pair of socks. That would be far too juvenile for a mom of my stature.

It certainly would not be an outburst of such proportions that the entire household took notice. And my sons are all so well mannered, they would never, ever jump on any joke that has to do with underwear, poop, or noises that come from that region of the human body and make it the punchline of the entire day. They certainly would not reenact it over and over to try to get their calm mother to break out in hysterical laughter yet again. That is certainly not what our household is about. We would never enjoy such junior high antics nor encourage them in our children.