I'm always doing things to disqualify myself from Mommy of the Year awards. Not on purpose really, I'm just that bad of a mother. Oh come on, you must remember the time I put a bandaid on Mini Me's vajayjay because she said it was hurting. She said the pain went away, so it must have worked.
And lest we forget the times when she was a baby and I put medical tape over her pacifier so I could drive 8 minutes to church or get some sleep without her screaming and crying because her pacifier fell out. She loved the pacifier but couldn't hold it in her mouth. Oh, wait, I don't think I shared that with the blogosphere yet. Well, it's out there now.
This morning, Mini Me threw up several times, requiring 3 changes of clothing before 9 am. Finally, I just put her in her raincoat. It is vinyl and washable. I figured all I had to do was wipe. It worked. The pic is Mini Me laying on an old towel on the sofa, with her raincoat on.
Yeah, I know. I'm not going to win any mommy awards on this one either.