When you were a kid the worst thing that could happen to you at school was to be the last kid picked for the team.  Grace being my middle name and al,l I was always picked dead last.  In fact i was often the odd man out….given a “special job” by the PE teacher.  In other words you suck and we don’t want the other kids to suffer so sit here.  

While I endured some teasing, I coveted that position, never getting sweaty and always enjoying a great view of the hot guys playing sports.  I saved my energies for more delicate tasks like dancing and singing in choir and quite frankly have never need those valuable kickball skills as an adult.  

My son, already a jock, has decided that Mommy should still be the last one picked.   Just tonight as we were getting ready to put him to bed he simulateniously gave me a giant kiss and pushed me away saying “no” and “bye”.  Ok I get it, love ya mom but Dad is on the bed time team and you are not.  I have to say being picked last is sometimes very nice.

Tomorrow is Mortified Mama Monday and I have good one for you.  Also keep your eyes peeled a new more better beautified blog theme is in the works! 

Now a little adventure in parenting a toddler:

As I head into the bathroom for a shower this morning, a shaggy blonde head becons me from the other side of the baby gate. I peek over to see outstretched arms and an excited little face.  “Mommy’s not taking a bath…Mommy’s taking a shower.” I explain.  Still cute excited face persists.  “You wanna take a shower too?”

Daddy is busy on the phone so I figure what the heck I’m not going to fight cleanliness.  Chibby strips off his clothes (apparently babies turn into nudists at 18 months) and climbs in the shower with me. 

I figure one good blast from the shower head and he’ll be out of there.  I turn on the water and he just laughs.  So I give him a little boat and a cup to play with and quickly shampoo my hair. 

I finish rinsing and as I look down I notice a yellow streak heading towards the drain.  Yep! He peed in my shower.  I did the only thing I could: move my feet far apart so the pee would miss them and laugh my butt off.