Who me?

I've always thought of myself as a decent wife and mother, but lately I'm starting to think I might be overrating myself.

A few examples...

1. You know how a dish cloth smells really bad after you use it for a while? Jeans that are left in the washing machine for three days straight give off the same savory scent, EVEN WHEN THEY ARE DRY. Trust me.

2. It's time to start watching my television intake. Observe.

3. I had just gotten done feeding Caleb and Kyle was playing with him, holding him upsidedown by his feet, (which Caleb absolutely loves to do, by the way). I said to Kyle, "Honey, he just ate," in a sing-songy voice. "You'd better stop or it's all going to come back up." A couple mintes later I came back and Kyle was laying on the bed with Caleb straddling his neck. Whaddaya know, Caleb spits up ALL OVER KYLE'S FACE AND MOUTH. I proceeded to laugh hysterically for a few seconds before I got a spit-up rag to wipe the two off.

4. I know how to freak my child out. I am playing violin for a wedding today and yesterday I thought I'd practice a little before the rehersal. Before I began, Caleb was cooing in his happy hippo gym, but as I played my first note it all went downhill from there. These are a few faces he made because of the weird looking thing attached to his mommy's neck.

I should probably practice a little more. You think?

5. Kyle loves sour things. (Does that include me?) When his parents came, they brought some sour warheads for him. We let Caleb put his tongue on one.

6. I know perfectly well that onion rings, french fries, spicy foods and baked beans give Caleb the smelly toots. (Sorry to bring up that subject again)
--yet I still eat one or more at least once a week. :) Sorry babe.