Comments on: Now I Know My ABCs… http://herbadmother.com/2007/03/now-i-know-my-abcs/ Bad Is The New Good Fri, 10 Sep 2010 01:51:13 -0400 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: Her Bad Mother http://herbadmother.com/2007/03/now-i-know-my-abcs/comment-page-1/#comment-7323 Her Bad Mother Fri, 09 Mar 2007 00:29:00 +0000 http://herbadmother.com/blog/?p=237#comment-7323 As you'll see if you read the full story in my most recent post, nooners are scare around here, too... As you’ll see if you read the full story in my most recent post, nooners are scare around here, too…

]]> By: Jaelithe http://herbadmother.com/2007/03/now-i-know-my-abcs/comment-page-1/#comment-7315 Jaelithe Thu, 08 Mar 2007 17:57:00 +0000 http://herbadmother.com/blog/?p=237#comment-7315 In my house, this happens when Mommy brings the laundry up from downstairs, and then the phone rings, so Mommy sets the basket down in the living room, and her oh-so-gracious son, who always wants to help with the laundry, decides that while Mommy is busy talking to a client from her freelance writing business / a contractor coming to do work on the new house / annoying telemarketer who needs to be told what the do not call list is, he will put everything "away" for her. <br/><br/>Then Mommy will spend the next hour on a fun scavenger hunt trying to find all of the clever places her son has hidden her bras, socks and underwear. <br/><br/>In my house, this also happens when son grabs clothes out of drawers and runs around with undergarments on his head, or when Mommy just can't take her underwire anymore, but others have already mentioned those possibilities. <br/><br/>(Sadly due to the general busy-ness of the adults in this household, the nooners are scarce round these parts as of late . . .) In my house, this happens when Mommy brings the laundry up from downstairs, and then the phone rings, so Mommy sets the basket down in the living room, and her oh-so-gracious son, who always wants to help with the laundry, decides that while Mommy is busy talking to a client from her freelance writing business / a contractor coming to do work on the new house / annoying telemarketer who needs to be told what the do not call list is, he will put everything “away” for her.

Then Mommy will spend the next hour on a fun scavenger hunt trying to find all of the clever places her son has hidden her bras, socks and underwear.

In my house, this also happens when son grabs clothes out of drawers and runs around with undergarments on his head, or when Mommy just can’t take her underwire anymore, but others have already mentioned those possibilities.

(Sadly due to the general busy-ness of the adults in this household, the nooners are scarce round these parts as of late . . .)

]]> By: megachick http://herbadmother.com/2007/03/now-i-know-my-abcs/comment-page-1/#comment-7304 megachick Wed, 07 Mar 2007 17:12:00 +0000 http://herbadmother.com/blog/?p=237#comment-7304 at my house: daddy was wearing mommy's undergarments on his head when he was called to the child's room, whereupon he was chided briskly for being "so silly" and required to remove his headgear (by the child). at my house: daddy was wearing mommy’s undergarments on his head when he was called to the child’s room, whereupon he was chided briskly for being “so silly” and required to remove his headgear (by the child).

]]> By: Haley-O http://herbadmother.com/2007/03/now-i-know-my-abcs/comment-page-1/#comment-7285 Haley-O Wed, 07 Mar 2007 04:51:00 +0000 http://herbadmother.com/blog/?p=237#comment-7285 "B" is for "BLUE"! Oh...and "BRA"! “B” is for “BLUE”! Oh…and “BRA”!

]]> By: FishyGirl http://herbadmother.com/2007/03/now-i-know-my-abcs/comment-page-1/#comment-7271 FishyGirl Tue, 06 Mar 2007 21:55:00 +0000 http://herbadmother.com/blog/?p=237#comment-7271 Wonderbaby fell asleep in your bed, so you and Her Bad Father had to go someplace else for "Grownup time" and where else was certainly NOT occupied but WB's room?<br/><br/>At least, that's how it happened at our house.... Wonderbaby fell asleep in your bed, so you and Her Bad Father had to go someplace else for “Grownup time” and where else was certainly NOT occupied but WB’s room?

At least, that’s how it happened at our house….

]]> By: Anonymous http://herbadmother.com/2007/03/now-i-know-my-abcs/comment-page-1/#comment-7270 Anonymous Tue, 06 Mar 2007 21:46:00 +0000 http://herbadmother.com/blog/?p=237#comment-7270 okay so you(HBM)were entertaining the hubby by showing how flexible you still are.and teaching wonderbaby her ABC's simultaneously when much to your surprise the girls just popped on out of there over-the-shoulder-boulder holder.hahahaLAVENDULA okay so you(HBM)were entertaining the hubby by showing how flexible you still are.and teaching wonderbaby her ABC’s simultaneously when much to your surprise the girls just popped on out of there over-the-shoulder-boulder holder.hahahaLAVENDULA

]]> By: Kyla http://herbadmother.com/2007/03/now-i-know-my-abcs/comment-page-1/#comment-7269 Kyla Tue, 06 Mar 2007 21:38:00 +0000 http://herbadmother.com/blog/?p=237#comment-7269 I was going to do the entire alphabet...but it was getting a bit too raunchy...so I stopped myself before it was too late. Now all you get is this lousy comment. *lol* I was going to do the entire alphabet…but it was getting a bit too raunchy…so I stopped myself before it was too late. Now all you get is this lousy comment. *lol*

]]> By: anniemom http://herbadmother.com/2007/03/now-i-know-my-abcs/comment-page-1/#comment-7268 anniemom Tue, 06 Mar 2007 21:21:00 +0000 http://herbadmother.com/blog/?p=237#comment-7268 Wonderbaby has a scratch on her tummy. Maybe that's not a scratch... maybe it's a faint red line that could indicate an infection or OH MY GOD!!! Is that RINGWORM?! A TICK! It's a TICK!!! And right then and there you lay Wonderbaby gently on the floor to inspect, but oh, she is a squirmer! You frantically look around for the best WMD (weapon of mass distraction) and see the alphabet board on the toychest. Up she goes, you frantically doing the whole song and dance, trying to get a better peek at the ghastly wound. Then Wonderbaby begins to get a little panicked, noting mommy's morning hair and wild-eyed rendition of ABC... in a last effort to calm baby, mommy whips off her own shirt and bra, "L M N O P, see mommy's nursies? Here they are! Q R S, T U V, look at mommy's nursies, caaaaaaaaalm, we're so caaaaaaaaaalm! Want to nurse?!" still trying to hold Wonderbaby down and nurse her now long enough to get a look at the hoof, mouth and belly disease. Boobs waving. Alphabet song crescendoing. Panic escalating. Oh wow. Red line rubs off. How did Wonderbaby get into mommy's new Hot Voodoo lipstick from NARS? Picture then taken in the aftermath by befuddled, vastly amused husband... right? Wonderbaby has a scratch on her tummy. Maybe that’s not a scratch… maybe it’s a faint red line that could indicate an infection or OH MY GOD!!! Is that RINGWORM?! A TICK! It’s a TICK!!! And right then and there you lay Wonderbaby gently on the floor to inspect, but oh, she is a squirmer! You frantically look around for the best WMD (weapon of mass distraction) and see the alphabet board on the toychest. Up she goes, you frantically doing the whole song and dance, trying to get a better peek at the ghastly wound. Then Wonderbaby begins to get a little panicked, noting mommy’s morning hair and wild-eyed rendition of ABC… in a last effort to calm baby, mommy whips off her own shirt and bra, “L M N O P, see mommy’s nursies? Here they are! Q R S, T U V, look at mommy’s nursies, caaaaaaaaalm, we’re so caaaaaaaaaalm! Want to nurse?!” still trying to hold Wonderbaby down and nurse her now long enough to get a look at the hoof, mouth and belly disease. Boobs waving. Alphabet song crescendoing. Panic escalating. Oh wow. Red line rubs off. How did Wonderbaby get into mommy’s new Hot Voodoo lipstick from NARS? Picture then taken in the aftermath by befuddled, vastly amused husband… right?

]]> By: Jennifer http://herbadmother.com/2007/03/now-i-know-my-abcs/comment-page-1/#comment-7262 Jennifer Tue, 06 Mar 2007 19:20:00 +0000 http://herbadmother.com/blog/?p=237#comment-7262 That's where you were when you couldn't take it anymore and you had to take your bra off. Still, you couldn't stop playing.<br/><br/>Boring, I know. That's what happens to me. That’s where you were when you couldn’t take it anymore and you had to take your bra off. Still, you couldn’t stop playing.

Boring, I know. That’s what happens to me.

]]> By: Two Shews http://herbadmother.com/2007/03/now-i-know-my-abcs/comment-page-1/#comment-7258 Two Shews Tue, 06 Mar 2007 18:09:00 +0000 http://herbadmother.com/blog/?p=237#comment-7258 At my house that picture goes a little something like this:<br/><br/>You're playing in kid #1's room when baby #2 who is really only nursing twice a day (once before you get dressed and once after jammies are on) requires a snack. Probably she pushed on the toybox and the ABC poster folded over and fell on her head, Stooges style. If Stooges nursed. Which I am sure they would were the option presented. Anyway, since baby #2 is crying and you happen to have a pacifier like, right here under your shirt, you attempt to nurse. But of course, you are not wearing a nursing bra because you're just sick of it, you've been lactating for like three years now between the two ingrates, and seriously, is it against the law for someone to make a fashionable nursing bra? There's no getting those puppies out without total bra removal. So, off comes the bra, up goes the shirt, and quiet gets the din. Until Kid #1 decides that a snack would also be nice for him, and unfortunately while you are skilled at nursing you have yet to lactate raisins, so you set off, still nursing, to the kitchen. <br/><br/>And that, officer, is how the bra got on the toybox. At my house that picture goes a little something like this:

You’re playing in kid #1’s room when baby #2 who is really only nursing twice a day (once before you get dressed and once after jammies are on) requires a snack. Probably she pushed on the toybox and the ABC poster folded over and fell on her head, Stooges style. If Stooges nursed. Which I am sure they would were the option presented. Anyway, since baby #2 is crying and you happen to have a pacifier like, right here under your shirt, you attempt to nurse. But of course, you are not wearing a nursing bra because you’re just sick of it, you’ve been lactating for like three years now between the two ingrates, and seriously, is it against the law for someone to make a fashionable nursing bra? There’s no getting those puppies out without total bra removal. So, off comes the bra, up goes the shirt, and quiet gets the din. Until Kid #1 decides that a snack would also be nice for him, and unfortunately while you are skilled at nursing you have yet to lactate raisins, so you set off, still nursing, to the kitchen.

And that, officer, is how the bra got on the toybox.

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