“Sometimes You Put the Pain on Daddy.”

There’s a whole lot I don’t know about parenting, but if there is one thing I’m willing to stake my claim on, it’s this:

We are going to hurt our kids. 

And this is the very reason I didn’t want to have kids in the first place. Genuinely.

I remember as a newly pregnant mama, I’d be asked often, “Are you excited?” And though I truly wanted to answer with an emphatic “absolute yes” with no reservation, I never could. In fact, more often than not, I would say something along the lines of, “Yes, but if I’m being honest, I’m also afraid that I’m going to hurt them.”

It was an honest answer AND an awkward answer, but it was my very-real, ever-near fear.

I knew I was a fallen soul who has broken tendencies;

I knew I was an imperfect follower who doesn’t perfectly love;

I knew I was a sinner who was capable of hurting others; and

And I knew that I couldn’t prevent my brokenness from hurting those who I desperately wanted to love.  

And though I knew (in my head) that this wasn’t a “good enough” reason to not rejoice over life, I knew it was “enough of a reason” to tremble at the task that lay ahead. And so before our firstborn came out of from the safety of my womb, I vowed in my heart that I would make a regular practice of allowing our kids to give us feedback about our strengths, our struggles, and our sins.

And so I have.

About every other month (since about the age of 3), I take some time and ask each of the big kids the following questions:

How am I loving you well? How have I hurt you? And how can I love you better? 

The answers have evolved over the years, but the questions and intent have not, and I pray it never does. With an open mind and a soft heart, I give them a space to share the good, the bad, and the ugly. And though these little souls are so gracious to focus on my strengths and highlight the kind parts of my behavior, they have also given me some much-needed feedback over the years.

Sometimes the feedback has convicted; sometimes the words have caused confession; and sometimes the conversations have brought about some healing changes. But more often than not, I’m not usually shocked by what they say. Sure, there have been some times where they have opened my eyes to my blind spots and sure, they have given me some new ideas for how to love them better or differently, but I’ve never really left a conversation feeling shocked. 

But about a week ago, I left shocked. 

I had taken Evie on a little date and while sipping on pumpkin lattes over a shared donut, I said, “So Evie. How am I loving you well? How have I hurt you? And how can I love you better?”

Immediately and very quickly, she rattled off a bullet list of positives. Quietly, she continued to munch on her sugar. Honestly, I kinda thought that the conversation was going to be short. She seemed done; she hadn’t shared anything constructive; and she didn’t appear to be super interested in the conversation. Pushing through the silence and the sprinkles that lay on the table in front of us, I asked, “Is there anything that I’ve done to hurt you recently? Anything that has made you feel unloved?”

“Well, sometimes you put the pain on Daddy.” 

Honestly, my brain couldn’t comprehend her words.


“Sometimes you put the pain on Daddy.” And as she said the words again, she pushed her thumb into the table.

Now I was shocked by the thumb.

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean. You sometimes put the pain on him…like this.” Again, she pressed her thumb into the table.

Realizing that my heart didn’t feel all that soft in the moment and recognizing that the point of this was to HEAR and RECEIVE the feedback that I had always said I wanted, I took a deep breath (attempting to swallow my pride) and said, “Can you give me an example of what you mean?”

“Well, sometimes you speak in a mean tone to him.” 

“Since when did you become his protector?!?!?!” 

“Well maybe sometimes he needs to feel the pain, okay kid?!?!?!”

“What about his tone?!?! And his thumb-pressing pain?!?!?!” 

“Just wait until you are married, girlfriend!!!” 

“Oh. Okay. And that makes you feel unloved?”

Yeah. I don’t like when people say things that make people feel pain.” And again, she pressed her thumb into the table.

(The thumb felt like it was pressing itself into my proud soul)

I honestly feel like the Holy Spirit was the one to utter the words from my proud-filled, mama mouth. Because if I’m being real, my fallen self was having a REALLY HARD TIME mustering the strength to accept the truth of her words and the reality of her feelings. A REALLY HARD TIME. And though I wish I could tell you otherwise, I can’t. Because even though my mama-self was so fearful of hurting my kids with my sin, my sinful self was so unwilling to want to OWN IT. SOOOOO unwilling.

“That makes sense, sweet girl. That makes sense. (INSERT BREATHING PAUSE) Well…I’m sorry that my tone with daddy has sometimes made you feel unloved.  I can see why that would feel unloving to you. (ANOTHER HUMBLE SWALLOW) Sometimes mommy gets frustrated with daddy and you’re right…sometimes I don’t always use a very kind tone. I am sure that doesn’t feel loving to daddy either; I will work on that. Thank you for telling me that.”

You’re welcome!” 

And just like that, she had cheerily moved on to our board game.

But ya know what? I haven’t stopped thinking about that conversation since the day it happened. And the more I think about it, the more I’m thankful for it.


Because if we don’t give our kids (and others) an opportunity to hold up a mirror so we can see some of the broken blemishes and the sinful sags of our fallen faces, we can’t address those issues. And if we can’t address those issues, then we can’t change those behaviors. And if we can’t change and attend to those behaviors, then others will be (repetitively) hurt by our brokenness. And if we are repetitively hurting others without an attempt to address our JANKITY-JUNK, our relationships are bound to be broken, hurtful, and even damaging.

And ya know what?

Our pride isn’t worth that cost; it’s just not.

Intentionally and unintentionally, we are going to hurt our kids. At times, we are going to throw arrows and inflict wounds. And though we don’t like it or don’t want it, we are going to do it wrong, mess it up, and all the in-between. WE WILL.

The hard-fast truth is that we aren’t going to be perfect because we can’t be and because we can’t be, we must confess, repent, ask for grace, and then REPEAT. And not just from our kids, but from our Savior. 

Friends, the Truth stands that we are sinners in need of a Savior; it’s inescapable. But there’s another Truth that reigns in freedom and wins in victory and it’s this:

By the power of His Spirit and by the enabling of His grace, we can choose (as far as it depends on us) to love others, seek forgiveness, pursue healing, and live redeemed…even in our brokenness. For though our sinful selves are prone to using our “broken thumbs” to “put the pain on others,” we can live victoriously through His nail-scarred hands! WE CAN!




Toddler Life: 30, VERY NORMAL, Things

1. It will probably make more sense to start meal time by throwing all of the food on the floor and then let them pick up and eat whatever suits them.
2. You will be more wet after bath time than they are. I don’t know how, but you will be.
3. Buy a fake remote controller, a spatula, an empty box, and a metal bowl and just skip all of the Fisher Price toys because let’s be honest…that’s what they really want.
4. Your child will gain the strength of a wild boar named Samson when you go to change their diaper. It’s the truth.
5. When you utter the word “no,” it will sound like an appendage is being torn from their body. It’s normal; don’t fret.
6. Your food will always look better than theirs. ALWAYS.
7. It might make more sense to just start the day with dirty clothes from the laundry.
8. You may question if there is a possession of sorts that occurs between the time of 6:30-7:30 every night. Nope. That’s just normal. Even if their head swivels in weird directions, that’s entirely normal.
9. You are basically a walking napkin and breathing tissue because your wardrobe will see more food and snot than both combined.
10. If you want to look nice when your spouse arrives home, shower 30 minutes before they return home.
11. Go ahead and grieve the loss of hot meals as soon as they pass through your legs and into the doctor’s hands. Those days are gone. Unless of course you choose to pay $100 to go out for a meal and have a sitter for the evening.
12. So much of their responses will not make any sense to you. This is also normal. Nothing is logical and everything is a potential cause for dramatic hysteria. If you believe otherwise, you are entirely illogical.
13. You will spend a sizeable amount of your time clipping fingernails and toenails that do NOT actually end up being clipped. Do not be alarmed; this is normal.
14. Every SINGLE day they will try to eat inanimate objects that are not food and every SINGLE day, they will try to NOT eat food.

15. If you haven’t had people give you the “crazy-eyes” in public, then you probably don’t have a toddler in public.

16. Your body is a playground. Your arms are monkey bars and your legs are a slide; please don’t fight this.
17. When they start eating meat, their poop will make you want to die. THE END.
18. Teething makes you think and feel very scary things. VERY. SCARY. THINGS. Find a friend who will let you share those “very scary things” without judging you. Trust me; this is cheaper than a therapist.
19. When you open that refrigerator door, you have approximately 7 seconds to claim what you need before everything is torn out and de-shelved.
20. 90% of their diet will consist of puffs and puff-like food. The goal is to have them weaned from puffs by age 12. You’re good. It’s all good.
21. There will be a point where you want to go and apologize to every single parent that you ever judged. It’s okay; you’re forgiven.
22. The best time to talk with your spouse is not after you close the door to their bedroom. The best time to talk is probably 2 hours after that door closes–like once the hostage negotiations have come to a stand still and your eyes are automatically shutting.
23. There is little value in trying to cook a meal with both arms. Two arms are over-rated. Just use the one that is NOT holding the hungry child who will no longer be hungry once dinner is served.
24. There will be days when you probably question ALL of your parenting abilities. And then there will be all of the other days when you WILL question ALL of your parenting abilities.
25. Diapers are only meant to stay on children that are under 9 months. After that, it’s like playing Russian Roulette.
26. Weird things will start happening to you. For example, going to the grocery store will start to feel a whole lot like freedom and a lot less like a chore. Again, this is all normal.
27. If your child has not fallen out of a car seat, off of the stairs, or out of their high chair on your watch, you are probably not a parent of a toddler.
28. Books are for chewing; food is for throwing; and sleeping is for the birds.
29. Wipes are like Windex; they clean any and everything, and you will continue to use them even after they are out of diapers and studying for spelling tests.
30.  It is perfectly normal to count the minutes until bed time. And then once they are in bed and your body is now yours for the next 2-8 hours, it’s perfectly normal to look through super-cute pictures of said toddler and then oddly miss them. Again, this is ALL very, very normal.

37 Things They Never Told Me About ALL THE POOP

  1. That it enjoys being on the bathroom floor.
  2. That it has the ability to travel up.
  3. That it can be stubborn, requiring grown adults to sit at the foot of the throne and woo it with songs.
  4. That it likes to exit the body during all meals, especially hot ones.
  5. That its spoken name is absolutely and entirely hilarious.
  6. That it shapes itself like “snakes, dolphins, turtles, and bombs.”
  7. That it has the power to make a grown-adult dry-heave.
  8. That it comes in a variety of colors, especially when a small child has consumed “Super Man” ice cream.
  9. That wiping it consumes a large part of a mom’s 24 hours.
  10. That you would use a majority of your extra plastic bags disposing of it.
  11. That removing it to the front porch is sometimes the best plan.
  12. That sometimes it would be best if you used a shovel and your neighbor’s yard to dispose of it.
  13. That its aroma does not discriminate between a 3 year-old child and a 33 year-old grown man.
  14. That it would demand a constant supply of Febreeze and Wet Wipes.
  15. That it feels most comfortable leaving the body when you are in the middle of grocery shopping at the front of the store.
  16. That it has the ability to increase blood pressure, heart rate, and breathing rate.
  17. That it is entirely okay leaving the body when your hand is already cleaning up its comrades.
  18. That it floats.
  19. That it sinks.
  20. That it likes to swim.
  21. That its stench is 697% worse when your child starts eating meats.
  22. That it prefers leaving the body at night when small children no longer need a third glass of water.
  23. That it doesn’t really prefer a diaper containing it.
  24. That it makes small children cry.
  25. That it makes big people cry.
  26. That it prefers nasty, public toilets as opposed to clean, private toilets.
  27. That it can be smeared, very much like finger paint.
  28. That it rolls.
  29. That it sprays.
  30. That it prefers white clothes rather than dark clothes.
  31. That it feels safest to come out when a small child introduces it announces for all to here, “I have to poop!”
  32. That not even Scentsy has the power to over-ride, cover, or hide its wafting cloud.
  33. That its stench will forever dwell in your car’s upholstery if you accidentally leave it on the floor of your car when the sun is hot.
  34. That it also prefers leaving the body when you are at a park in the middle of winter when all the bathrooms are closed.
  35. That it is responsible for many, many parents losing countless hours of sleep because of its friend called “gas.”
  36. That it enjoys road trips, car seats, and rest stops.
  37. That, truly, it is a friend that “sticks closer than a brother.”

Moms, be a friend.

Don’t hold out on ALL of your “newly, expecting mom-friends.”

They deserve to know.

Surprises are fun; secrets are not.

Don’t be a crappy friend.

Share now.

Share today!


This Mama’s Halloween No’No’s: 41 Things

  1. Did you just give my kid a handful of loose candy corn?! No, no!
  2. 16 steps to your front door!! No, no!
  3. Glitter tulle. No, no!
  4. Large spider that moves and hisses…before you get to the bowl of candy?!?! No, no!
  5. Taking pictures of our kids with your camera??? No, no!
  6. Asking us where we live. No, no!
  7. Assuming that your kids will want to pose for pre-candy pictures. No, no!
  8. Handing out peppermints. No, no!
  9. Drinking beer on your front porch while simultaneously slurring, “Step on up!” No, no!
  10. Doing trick-or-treat without a cup of coffee in your hand. No, no!
  11. Giving one kid 1 piece of candy and the other kid 7 pieces because “she’s just tooooo cute!!!” Heck, no!
  12. Lining your small sidewalk with flammable lanterns!!! No, no!
  13. Leaving a bowl of candy on a folding chair and assuming that your sweet sign of “Help Yourself,” will actually ensure that you have enough candy for more than 3 kids.
  14. Halloween Hook Up?! This is NOT friend-dating for parents, so please understand when I slowly walk away from you and your really long, unrelated conversation about your personal life that I’m just here to help my kids get some sugar. No, no!
  15. Asking for a hug. No, no!
  16. Assuming that your kid will be okay with emptying some of their CANDY LOOT into another bag in order to provide an easier bucket carry. No, no!
  17. Asking if the 7 month old would like an Air Head?!?! No, no!
  18. Glitter tulle! Ohhhhhhh, no!
  19. Large troll hair and rose bush. No, no!
  20. Small, running child with a bucket…on concrete. No, no!
  21. Bloody lips in between stops? No, no!
  22. Telling a small child with an undeveloped pre-frontal cortex to take as much as they want. No, no!
  23. Attempting to talk to your spouse while herding small children from porch to porch. No, no!
  24. Asking children to wear gloves so their fingers don’t fall off. No, no!
  25. Thinking your child won’t see you sneak their snack-size bag of Doritos. Oh no you didn’t!!!
  26. A skeleton wielding a knife near your candy bowl. No, no!
  27. A bonfire that is blaze-balls hot and shooting flames a good 5 feet into the air near your candy bowl?!?!? No, no!
  28. Creepy voices when talking to small children. No, no!
  29. Tears and face paint?? Noooooo.
  30. Success rate at keeping child from choosing the small box of Nerds??? No, no!
  31. Sour Cream and Onion chips????? NO WAY!!!
  32. Letting your teenager, wielding the pillow case, topple my 3 year-old on the way to the storm door for a mini Kit-Kat?! Ain’t doin’ it!
  33. Attempting to bathe kids after post-candy game? Nope!
  34. Gobstoppers the size of my infant’s head? No, no!
  35. Gobstoppers the size of my 3 year-old’s windpipe? NADA!
  36. Allowing small child to make the independent decision about which pieces of candy they will eat before bed…when 137 pieces lie before them? No, no!
  37. Glitter tulle. NOOOOOOOO!
  38. Bent Pixie Sticks? No, no!
  39. Putting make-up on a child who has allergies and incessantly rubs their nose? No, no!
  40. Thinking that it’s cheaper to make costumes, rather than buy them. Ummmm, no!
  41. Contemplating if the $9.00 bucket of candy is actually worth all the effort? Maybe a little bit, but not really! 🙂


The Result of Eve’s Apple Eating: 50 Things

  1. Multi-part sippy cups
  2. Child sleeps in when you are awake at 6:30 on a Thursday morning; child wakes up at 6:30 on a Saturday morning when you are asleep.
  3. Opened bags of snacks that have dumped in the bottom of your purse
  4. Pooping during meals
  5. Peeing during meals
  6. False poops and pees during meals
  7. Sneezing while feeding green beans to a baby
  8. Caillou
  9. Stray Legos in your heel
  10. Laundry for daaaaaayyyssss
  11. Unquenchable thirst at 8PM
  12. Bathrooms at the back of the store
  13. Jeans and shoes that fit for all of two months
  14. The eternal missing sock
  15. Pee on the floor
  16. Pee in your scarf
  17. Sandal buckles for 3 year-olds
  18. Chunky, vomited formula
  19. Poopy diapers in the middle of nap time
  20. Stuck arms in crib rails at 3 AM
  21. Paying to have someone else watch your kid, so you can pay to spend time ALONE with your spouse
  22. Paying for something that will catch poop and then be thrown away
  23. Lukewarm coffee
  24. The packaging on cheese sticks
  25. Toilet paper rolls and small children
  26. Feet in the back of your seat
  27. Kids bring home germs and give germs to parents
  28. School Fundraisers
  29. Neck rolls accompanied with cottage cheese-like stuff
  30. Red juice
  31. Candy racks that stand exactly 36 inches tall
  32. Cheeto fingers
  33. Gum
  34. Walking with a 30 lb baby carrier car seat across the burning-lava asphalt while juggling a small child in the Kroger parking lot
  35. Hiccups, Blow-Outs, and Runny Noses
  36. “How many more bites?”
  37. Carpet with children
  38. Car rides with children
  39. Cleaning with children
  40. Coats with children
  41. Whining
  42. Tattling
  43. Whining about tattling
  44. Homework for children parents
  45. Car Drop Off lines
  46. Snapping onesies at 4AM
  47. Doing anything at 4AM
  48. $5.99 Kid Meals that feature bowls of Kraft mac-n-cheese
  49. Attempting to schedule anything during flu season
  50. Peeing with small children at your ankles

Eating DQ ice cream cake during nap time=not a result of the fall



I am the Mom who Sweats

Yes, you read the title correctly. I am a mom who sweats.

Like perspires. Like leaks stuff from my armpit, forehead, and neck glands. Like a mom who has pit stains that not even Old Spice can contend with on humid days.

I am that mom.

I am the mom who literally rides to the park on a 66 degree morning with the windows down and the air conditioner on. No, really; I did it this morning. And then I am the mom who gets out of the car and walks toward the park with only a Target tee and a pair of flip flops on–passing moms with long-sleeves, jackets, and shoes.

I am that mom.

I don’t shine; I don’t shimmer; I don’t sparkle. Friends, I sweat.

And while I looked around at the park full of moms who were covered from head to toe, I noted the beauty of our differences.

Because friends, we are all different.

Some of us drive mini-vans and some of us do not. Some of us run and some of us do not. Some of us are extroverts and some of us are not. Some of us scroll Pinterest and some of us do not. Some of us work outside the home and some of us do not. Some of us have a big group of friends and some of us do not. Some of us are planners and some of us are not. Some of us enjoy magazine reading and TV watching and some of us do not. Some of us “LuLaRoe it” and some of us do not. Some of us keep our gas tanks properly filled and some of us do not.

And guess what?

That’s great.


Because not every tool in the toolbox plays the same role and not every color in the crayon box colors the same, and THAT is beautiful. 

We need different, and we need variation. We need the stretching and growing that comes with different. We need the beauty of each other and the difference of YOU.

Different can bring perspective. Different can bring needed-challenge. Different can be beautiful.

And yet, sometimes different can be scary, and out of our comfort zones, and an opportunity for judgments and even contempt.

Like what about our differences in opinions and preferences?

Like what about those moms who feel strongly about home-schooling and no screen time? What about those moms who are okay with the 3 year-old watching the PG shows and bringing their iPad to the park? What about those moms who drink a glass of wine with their Bible study and what about those moms who wouldn’t be caught dead sipping fermented grapes near the Word? And what about those moms who are okay with using the word “butt” instead of “bum,” and how about those moms who are okay with skipping Sunday School to have a family morning at the playground? And what about those moms who feel strongly against two-piece swim suits, Barbies, and piercings? Or how about those moms who are proponents of sleepovers, make-up, and drive-thru dinners? And those moms who are against Sabbath sports and are against certain vaccines? Or those moms who lean left and less right?

The opinions can be vast and the preferences endless.

And as I stood at the park this morning, noting the differences between us moms, I couldn’t help but think of Romans 14, a recent place of study for me.

I won’t insert the entire text here (please check it out for yourself), but let me give a quick summary.

Paul is writing to the church in Rome–made up of both Gentile and Jew believers, and he’s urging them to be unified. And what is he worried might disrupt their unity and community? He’s concerned that the believers might get caught up on the differences and opinions they held regarding eating vegetables, consuming meat, celebrating certain holidays, and sipping certain beverages.

In short, he’s worried that carrots, pork, the Sabbath, and wine were going to cause division. Doesn’t sound that different from 2017, huh?

Now accept the one who is weak in faith, but not for the purpose of passing judgment on his opinions. One person has faith that he may eat all things, but he who is weak eats vegetables only. The one who eats is not to regard with contempt the one who does not eat, and the one who does not eat is not to judge the one who eats…One person regards one day above another, another regards every day alike… Romans 14:1-5

Again, Paul’s concerned that judgment and contempt will stand in the way.

So what does he say?

1. Stop the judgment and don’t be a stumbling block! 

…let us not judge one another anymore, but rather determine this—not to put an obstacle or a stumbling block in a brother’s way. v. 13

2. Don’t let the preferences and opinions tear down the unity Christ brings…and died for! 

For if because of food your brother is hurt, you are no longer walking according to love. Do not destroy with your food him for whom Christ died. v. 15

Do not tear down the work of God for the sake of food. v. 20

3. Pursue peace! 

So then we pursue the things which make for peace and the building up of one another. v. 19

4. Remember what matters! 

For the kingdom of God is not eating and drinking, but righteousness and peace and joy in the Holy Spirit. v. 17

5. Whatever you do, do it for God! 

He who observes the day, observes it for the Lord, and he who eats, does so for the Lord, for he gives thanks to God; and he who eats not, for the Lord he does not eat, and gives thanks to God. For not one of us lives for himself, and not one dies for himself; for if we live, we live for the Lord, or if we die, we die for the Lord; therefore whether we live or die, we are the Lord’s. v. 6-8

6. Let God be judge. 

Each one of us will give an account of himself to God. v. 12

Friends, the body is diverse and different and so are our preferences and opinions.

And ya know what?

If it was growing and good for the Church in Rome, it can be growing and good for the Church in the USA.

So whether you’re a mom who sweats, skips church occasionally, and sips on wine…or whether you’re a mom who wears sleeves, discourages sleepovers, and teaches your kiddos at home…DO IT FOR THE LORD; DON’T LET IT DIVIDE; and LIVE IN FREEDOM! 


36 Moms @ the Pool

Gracious, I was just at the pool this afternoon and oh wow. Mamas, there are so many “kinds” of us. SOOOOOOOOO many.

So, let me just list a few as we head into this water-filled summer because I’m tellin’ ya… after this post, you’re gonna be lookin’ for all these mamas at your local pool and addin’ to the list.

There are the moms who…

  1. Have designated themselves as the real lifeguard.
  2. Bring half the grocery store with them.
  3. Pack the stroller, pack-n-play, inflatable napper-thing, and all of Wal-Mart’s pool noodles.
  4. Thought the pool was hosting a photo shoot for the cover of SwimSuit Illustrated.
  5. Bring avocadoes and knives for snack time.
  6. Did their hair before they came.
  7. Give free, unsolicited swimming advice.
  8. Conduct their own swimming lessons in the middle of the pool.
  9. Are dressed for a private, European beach.
  10. Seem afraid of their children getting wet.
  11. Use the kiddie pool as their free, three month subscription to e-Harmony.
  12. Forgot the sunscreen.
  13. Use a bottle of sunscreen per hour.
  14. Are possibly sippin’ somethin’ other than water out of that bottle.
  15. Are wearing a pair of LuLaroe leggings…in the water.
  16. Still believe white t-shirts act as camouflage when they’re wet.
  17. Allow their child to eat a 6-inch sub while swimming.
  18. Are playing “shark” in the middle of the 18 inch- deep pool.
  19. Spent more money on their suit than I did on my family membership pass.
  20. Forgot they brought kids to the pool.
  21. Are terrified of their husbands drowning their children.
  22. Are nursing in the pool.
  23. Bribe their kids with 50 cents to try the slide.
  24. Appear to have reached the color of “red-hot lava.”
  25. Forgot that everyone was listening to their pool-side phone conversation.
  26. Bring their color-coded pens and their summer calendar to get some serious planning done.
  27. Are attempting to discreetly explain to their small child why another woman has her breasts almost entirely exposed in the splash pad.
  28. Are doling out slices of Velveeta like its her job.
  29. Are mercilessly dunking their child to expose them to their water fears.
  30. Are sportin’ a pair of jeans and sippin’ a latte…and NOT sweating.
  31. Continuously yell, “I’m tellin’ your dad when we get home!!!”
  32. Just dropped 30 bucks on “Walking Tacos,” Corn Dogs, ice pops, and RC Colas at the concession stand.
  33. Are swimming laps with their small child adhered to their back.
  34. Are trying to keep their mascara from running.
  35. Brought three, different types of flotation devices. Just in case.
  36. Brought Cheetos with no wipes.

Mamas, we so diverse. SOOOOOO diverse!

Confession: I may or may not be #1, #5, #8, #23, #27, and #36. MAYbe.


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