Mother of the Year - A Mother's Day Tale
I am mother of the year. Yes, I'm not bashful. I'm just letting you know. And why am I mother of the year this time? (Oh yes, I have deserved this award many times over, by the way.) Let me just tell you a little Mother's Day story to help you see why I deserve this honor - yet again. Just this week, Isaiah and I had a wonderful afternoon that included copious amounts of baby powder on the living room floor, spread around generously by my sneaky three year old while I was attempting to make dinner. When I discovered that he had emptied 36 ounces of baby powder on the living room floor and was swimming in it, I did what any good parent of my generation would do... I took a picture of it. Then I followed some very small baby powder footprints up the stairs to see what my daughter had gotten into, as she was also way too quiet. It turns out that she was emptying a package of diapers onto her floor to accompan...