Monday, March 23, 2009

I'm a terrible Mother

Last night in our nightly dinner battle, the one where at least one of my children refuses to eat what I cooked, Noah was excused from the table and sent to bed early. After everyone was finished and the kitchen was clean I could still hear him wailing and whimpering, because no one had tucked him in. So I scooped him off the floor, swaddled him in his softie and climbed in to bed next to him. Then I brushed his hair with a little barbie brush until he fell asleep. Because he likes that. I'm a terrible Mother.


  1. What did you make, kangaroo? The girls like the Barbie brushes too, I'm not sure about these kids.

  2. @ Sarah- Im pretty sure it was stir fry, something he normally loves.