tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post727270679100531567..comments2024-03-28T04:08:40.540-04:00Comments on THE MEANEST MOM: Shake It UpJanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09840070603313673129noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-23115504676612162892011-05-17T23:08:07.936-04:002011-05-17T23:08:07.936-04:00My 4-year-old son gave me a Sierra Mist bath at Ta...My 4-year-old son gave me a Sierra Mist bath at Target yesterday. Fortunately I was the only victim. But it's a long drive home.Audrey Hammerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00278888746846736116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-46508589514537330672011-02-22T21:42:10.807-05:002011-02-22T21:42:10.807-05:00Oh I agree with that last person. Now that I have...Oh I agree with that last person. Now that I have kids, when I see someone else's freaking out in public, it doesn't bother me at all. Instead I just think, thank goodness it's not Sarah this time followed with, oh please Sarah don't see that and think it's a good idea.<br /><br />Thanks for sharing! Your blog always gives me a good laugh.Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15905836789517337800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-43333744264689080332011-02-22T12:50:43.066-05:002011-02-22T12:50:43.066-05:00I'm so sorry that happened to you. Although I...I'm so sorry that happened to you. Although I would be willing to bet that the people who had a lemonade bath really didn't mind and were secretly happy it wasn't their child throwing the tantrum.....this time!<br /><br />Hugs from across I-4<br />CeciliaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-12194538717573563632011-02-21T21:24:06.354-05:002011-02-21T21:24:06.354-05:00Cat vomit? I think I just threw up a little bit in...Cat vomit? I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth too.Mrs. Tunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04547957015150000116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-87925234884295207082011-02-21T19:04:23.550-05:002011-02-21T19:04:23.550-05:00Oh poor Camber. The injustice! You might want to b...Oh poor Camber. The injustice! You might want to buy her a bulk bag of fortune cookies.<br />Seriously, if I had been a fellow patron doused in your son's shaking fury I probably would have been laughing pretty hard (because really, what else are you gonna do when an upset toddler takes his fury out on you? This may be because I spend my Sundays in Primary) Would that have made things better or worse?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02379513974336272671noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-2419233999002646632011-02-21T16:20:43.145-05:002011-02-21T16:20:43.145-05:00I just love when people say "my child will ne...I just love when people say "my child will never act like that", because sure as shooting it WILL happen to them. Or me. Unless the tantrum is thrown in a public place it means nothing.Seth and Nataliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03426685118510141074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-35682964435354834672011-02-21T16:17:07.346-05:002011-02-21T16:17:07.346-05:00Take it from the non-parent and loving uncle who w...Take it from the non-parent and loving uncle who will do, say, or pay anything to calm the kids when I am babysitting -- Sippy cups with superheroes are a gift from the gods. Best invention ever.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11883394577835241921noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-72299652871959857272011-02-21T14:35:47.968-05:002011-02-21T14:35:47.968-05:00I still enjoy flinging the gherkin from my Big Mac...I still enjoy flinging the gherkin from my Big Mac onto a window and watching it stick, so you have got lots of hope with your little one.Annie (Lady M) xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00086309578820420578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-86709108854889786822011-02-21T14:04:28.072-05:002011-02-21T14:04:28.072-05:00This has nothing to do with flying liquid. It'...This has nothing to do with flying liquid. It's been a long week. My soon to be twelve year old son has been bugging me for an electric guitar for his birthday. He also thinks homework is "stupid and boring," twelve year olds are too young to do laundry, chocolate ice cream is the best breakfast, and a host of other interesting ideas. As of late the biggest complaint is that I'm the MEANEST mom EVER because I won't let him hang out at his friends house. You know, the friend who's dad just got out of prison for doing things I won't put in print? I was feeling sorry for myself and then I thought of you! You will have three hormonal pre-teens at the same time. Three electric guitars....three complainers of homework....three who threaten to run away from home at the same time....wow. And suddenly, I think I'm going to survive! You're awesome! I love your blog!<br />Keep us posted, this should get really good! :-) Lol!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-57875594248748462532011-02-21T13:08:56.596-05:002011-02-21T13:08:56.596-05:00This summer my two year old chucked her kid's ...This summer my two year old chucked her kid's cup at the waiter and doused him in milk. Luckily, we were sitting outside on the main drag of downtown at dinner time so LOTS more people got to see what great aim she has. Equally lucky for the waiter was that we were his first table and he had a long shift to go.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-79114305744566682492011-02-21T12:21:09.147-05:002011-02-21T12:21:09.147-05:00LOL! I remember once we were at a waterpark in Bra...LOL! I remember once we were at a waterpark in Branson, MO and my little 1 1/2 year old brother smeared his mashed potatoes all over the wall... It took forever to clean up!Beanzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05364060676163206308noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-6432526861391662432011-02-21T11:20:01.261-05:002011-02-21T11:20:01.261-05:00When he was two'ish, my husband flung mashed p...When he was two'ish, my husband flung mashed potatoes into an old lady's hair in a diner; however, they did not give her enough time to notice the invasion. My in-laws and his grandmother dropped a wad cash on the table and ran.MaryFnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-55762362921388008892011-02-21T01:09:24.885-05:002011-02-21T01:09:24.885-05:00The best part about the outing though is that at l...The best part about the outing though is that at least it wasn't daughter. The older the children are, the less forgiving others can be.Amynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-54437195582399834502011-02-20T23:36:13.599-05:002011-02-20T23:36:13.599-05:00What? I've never had problems with any of my k...What? I've never had problems with any of my kids. You guys must be bad parents. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-82845747575148818202011-02-20T23:19:08.873-05:002011-02-20T23:19:08.873-05:00My daughter was the sweetest little thing but arou...My daughter was the sweetest little thing but around the time she turned 2 and a half a dark side surfaced. It only came out once in a blue moon but when it came out it was time to grab the garlic and silver bullets. The most embarrassing time it surfaced, we were at Moe's and had finished eating and got up to leave. My daughter, however, had made a friend with another little girl at the next table and had no intention of leaving without her. She started the screaming, arching her back, shooting snot out of her nose, and FOAMING AT THE MOUTH - no joke. I hightailed it out of there as fast as I could be we were parked right in front of the restaurant and my kid refused to get in her car seat. So everyone in the restaurant got to watch me try to physically pry my child into her straps and buckle her in - which ended up requiring my knee in her groin to hold her down. By the time I got her in, we were both covered in snot and spit (she was spitting at me at this point) and I was sure at least one person had made a call to DFACS. <br /><br />We have all been there. At least once, if not multiple times. I'm sure it happened again but I've repressed the memory.The Tall Girl Cookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17974733411264382125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382816224610988438.post-80822015252390139372011-02-20T23:03:41.528-05:002011-02-20T23:03:41.528-05:00This is why I love sippy cups....I am so depressed...This is why I love sippy cups....I am so depressed when my kids are too old for them and I'm in a never ending state of panic that they'll spill everywhere.Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11552290781131600091noreply@blogger.com