When I first put the tie on him he didn't notice anything was out of the ordinary...
But then he realized that something was different...
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Think she'll like it?
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My Blogging friend Kristin tagged me as a True Authentic Mom! If I was ever to feel honored about accepting an award...this would be it. Us mom's don't get too many pats on the back and this was such a sweet surprise. Kristin says she picked me because, "Your stories and your pictures of your children could win awards." Now she doesn't say WHAT awards. It could be The Crappiest Mom of the Year award....or the Don't ever Listen to HER Advice award, but I'll take it! I am now supposed to tell five things that make me an authentic Mom.
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Random.org picked 4,9 and 10 as the lucky winners of the Christmas CD! That means Aubrey, Kristen and Alissa WIN! You three lucky ladies will receive your prize shortly! Please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org with your address!
I am also feeling like a million bucks today! I have several freebies on my scrapbooking blog and they have already been picked up and recognized by the free digital sites. It's pretty cool to see my stuff on worldwide blogs that I visit every single day.
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Picture me pushing Branson in his stroller down a rough cement walk way toward the Columbia River bike path. We see hundreds of seagulls directly in front of us just milling around. Can you see the light bulb click in my brain...how fun it would be to push Branson really fast yelling "Fly Birdies Fly!" How thrilled a toddler would be to see so many birds fly off at the same time.
Picture me taking exactly three running steps. In that picture did you see the small patch of grass growing out of a crack in the cement...no? Me neither.
Picture the stroller coming to a complete stop after the wheels hit that patch of grassy weeds. But do I stop...oh no I do not!
Picture this...The stroller slams forward into the ground as the weight of my body continues on even after the stroller has come to a halt. I fly (I think I caught some serious air) over the stroller and end up sprawled on the cement quite a distance in front of the stroller. Before I assess my own wounds I look back after hearing Branson screaming. Now sometime during this whole charade the seagulls flew off in all their splendid glory but I sure didn't see it and neither did Branson cause he was face down against the cement and completely covered up by the stroller.
Branson and I are going to skip Fridays for a while. He broke his leg on a Friday and this happened last Friday. I am still pretty sore from the fall and you should see the nasty ginormous bruise on my thigh. But it is nothing compared to what Branson received. I feel terrible! Every time I look at it a wave of motherly guilt hits me in the gut. And no one was even there to get a good view of a 30 something woman flying over her son's stroller.
*If you are a digital scrapbooker I have a freebie template that you can find here.
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