The Arnetts: Are you a mean mom?

Monday, April 21, 2008

Are you a mean mom?

I stumbled on this video (and many others like it) last night on you tube. On days when I feel bad for being a mean mom (you know--requiring that my kids eat something for breakfast, asking them to pick up their toys or else have them thrown away . . . the usual), all I have to do is watch this clip. This parent wins the mean prize for sure.

(Which isn't to say that I haven't thought about playing this trick on Aubrey . . . maybe I'll wait a few years. Hee hee.)

9 comments:

Heather said...: Poor kid!!! it freaked me out too!:); April 21, 2008 at 7:49 PM
April Cobb said...: Awesome. I totally jumped. That kid had it coming. I guess it beats screaming at your kid. Let that lady do it for you. Nice.; April 21, 2008 at 8:43 PM
April said...: Ok, that kid is now traumatized for life. How horrible. He may never play on the computer again. I have seen that creepy lady on an email or something. Not too pretty.; April 21, 2008 at 9:29 PM
The Jones Family said...: That is SOOO Bad!! Poor guy! So....I found you! Ha HA !! Love your Blog. You do an Awsome job!; April 22, 2008 at 9:31 PM
Cathy said...: Oh, the poor kid. Why doesn't whoever is videotaping put that *#@* camera down and give him a hug?!; April 22, 2008 at 11:09 PM
Anonymous said...: I think that is borderline child abuse. That kid is going to need theropy for sure:(; April 23, 2008 at 3:20 PM
Jennifer said...: Thanks, I needed that boost to my confidence. I think I'm an amazing Mom now after watching that!; April 23, 2008 at 8:14 PM
Marie said...: ok is it horrible that im still laughing!!!; April 24, 2008 at 7:24 AM
Stacey B. said...: Okay, no I'm not a mean mom, Phew!! That poor kid will never be the same and that parent is sick! And to post it for all the world to see, even sicker!; April 29, 2008 at 8:48 PM

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Did you just say what I think you said?

Aubrey to me while driving in the car: "Mommy! I just frowed up a little in my mouth and when I swallowed it back down it did NOT taste gooder as the other ones."

Lincoln to Gav: "You are the super-est daddy ever and mommy is the super-est mommy, and Jace is the super-est . . . kid. And dat means that we are a super famawee."

And on a not so super moment after Lincoln recived a swat on his hand, Lincoln says to me: "Mommy, daddy panked me!" I reply, "Why did he spank you, Linc? Did you disobey?" And his rebuttal with a scowl on his face (of course), "No, because he is a wude daddy!"

Aubrey checked out a book about mummies and ancient Egypt from her school library. She has been completely enthralled. If this fascination lasts, maybe she'll be an archealogist when she grows up. At one point while reading, she asked me, "Mommy, why do they call them mummies and not deaddies?" I don't think she knew she was making a pun.

Aubrey asked me what 'CD' meant, so I told her, 'compact disc.' A: Why do they call it a compact disc? Me: Because when mommy was a little girl they had records, which were this big (showing with my hands); then they came out with CDs, which are smaller, so they're called 'compact discs.' A: Oh, mommy, so you lived in the old days.

(What?!? My mom lived in the old days, not me.)

Who wakes up first?

So I'm lying in bed this morning, trying to remember my younger years. As far back as I can remember, my mom was awake before we were. Maybe she never slept. Now that I'm a mom, I'm not nearly as good as she was. Jace wakes up for a bottle (which is when I get up, but I take him back to bed to feed him usually); followed by Lincoln who sees daylight and says it's 'wake-up time' (even though I try to convince him otherwise); then Aubrey moseys on out whenever she has had enough beauty sleep (provided Lincoln hasn't already made too much noise). I wish I could wake up first, but for now, my kids are my alarms.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Are you a mean mom?

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