siblings

One day I'll get a shot of both of them smiling and looking in the same direction...

Pictures!

Buddha's costume at preschool was a flag, very cute.


He has begged to be a garbage truck for a month now, so we gave in. Husband and I made this monstrosity!


We finally finished today and put it on him. His first words? "Take it off me."

Explaining the title, 2 years later

The name "limited cleverness" is not in reference to my amount of limited cleverness.

It is a reference to my personal limit on cleverness, because when people think they're being clever they are in fact being douchebags.

There.

I think it's a true sign of your personal character in how you conduct yourself.

I'm personally trying to be a good person. I wish I could say the same for the general population, but from how people act... I'm just not sure anymore.

Admission of guilt

My name is Random_Mommy, and I'm a Twilight addict.

It's consuming me.

Seis tagged me!

I was supposed to go into my 6th folder and get the 6th picture... but it was a picture of the wreath we gave I'm a Mom!?! when her twins were born, and it had their names on it... and I'm too dumb to figure out how to blur their names... so here's number 7!

Cam, in all her cute glory.

Judge Random Mommy

I took Cam to get her 1 year vaccines. Yes, I like to shoot neurotoxins through my kids to avoid life threatening diseases, go ahead and judge. While we were in the waiting room, a lady and her son came in. The kid was about 18 months or 2 years old... in that prime tantrum throwing stage. He didn't want to come into the waiting room. So she smacked him. Several times. His crying made me cry. I had to turn my back because the sound of skin on skin made me cringe. She told him to "sit his butt down or I'm gonna hit you again." My heart broke. This kid loves this woman, seeks comfort in her, and trusts her with everything he can... and she told him she'd hit him for not sitting down. And after she hits him, he still loves her. The hitting wasn't working, he screamed. And that's when it hit me. I've always known I'm judgemental, it's a flaw. But sometimes, I'm right. I have no doubt I'm a better mother than her. She is a bad mother. I look down on her. I don't care if you're not supposed to judge. I think we should judge her. Instead, a redneck in the waiting room assured her that her son had been a real terror that morning too. What is wrong with people? I have a 3 year old, I know how hard it is. I know that it takes patience to deal with him. I know that when I lose my patience, he only gets worse. It's because I'm his mother and he knows I'm supposed to love him and protect him and do the best I can for him. I think it scares him when he sees me losing it. If he can understand this, why can't everyone else?

I know there is a such thing as responsible spanking. I just haven't seen it.

courage

Although my previous post applies to many facets of life, what made it pop in my head was a trip to the park. A few days ago, Buddha and I went to the park to play. There was a boy around 5-6 years old who was climbing on top of the actual play structure. It was making me a nervous wreck. So I kept watching him, I made Buddha play nearby, and of course... he fell. I sort of caught him- more of a leg and partial torso, but we both ended up on our backs in the mulch. He got up and ran away.

I was never as brave as the day my kids were born. Other people may stand by and watch, but do nothing. They have their reasons. But I can't. I used to be a coward. I was a teacher and I worried about what would happen if something horrible happened. Then I realized that I was their hero, and I had courage to be a hero. Then my kids were born, and that courage and strength multiplied exponentially. It's not something I think about, but I know it's there and I know that in the few emergency situations I've been placed in, I acted.

Unless there's a bee involved, then my ass is O-U-T.