Not Me! Monday

It's that time again...Not me! Monday...you can always check out MckMama's blog, where it all started.

I am not going to subject you to a post of pictures of what I consider to be the cutest kids ever. MINE! I will not shamelessly brag about how beautiful they are and how blessed I am and how well behaved they were for the hair stylist and dentist. Uh-uh, nope, no way.


I did not allow Christian's hair to get this long. And I most certainly did not battle within myself over and over about whether it should be cut at all. I am not going to miss those pretty golden brown tresses that I could run my fingers through because they reminded me of Timmy's hair when we were dating.

No way would I be about to cry over something as simple as my little boy's hair. It was not me that was 1/2 a second away from weeping out loud when the stylist did not do as instructed and just 'clean it up'. I did not complain out loud that it did not look at all like the picture I had given her to follow and then give her a 23% tip to seal the deal.

After a few days of getting used to my little boy looking older and more clean cut, it wasn't me that decided that Christian's hair actually looked really nice and that the stylist did us a favor and cut the apron strings a little by making him look older and like a big boy. I also have not continued to run my fingers through his hair to try and hold on to my little man in any way possible.

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And, if it was not me allowing to let Christian's golden brown locks get so long...then, it would definitely not be me that would allow poor Zack's hair to start looking like this! What craziness that would be!

I mean, come on, the poor kid looks like some little maniac with a little rats nest in there. And certainly, due to this fact, I would not have been trying to convince myself, for the last few months, that I couldn't cut that mess, because of his 'curls'. I would never admit that I am secretly in love with my kids being little versions of their 'white' daddy, and that I actually like that they are getting lighter and whiter as they come. Shameless. Just shameless.

You would know that it wasn't me loving on my little Zackadee when I saw the finished product. I would never consider going back to the same stylist just because she was able to do what no other barber or stylist has been able to do for about a year. I mean, she was so over the top telling me that we needed to 'hug' so Zack could see us being 'the best of friends' and so that he could feel 'safe and warm' in her chair. I was not contemplating if I should run, and run fast, when she said that parents need to do things her way when a child is in her seat, because parents have no idea what she has to go through to have a child trust and be secure. Of course, I did not tell myself that she totally could not be a parent yet with some of the theories she was throwing my way. How presuming of me that would be. Tsk, tsk. And again, it was not me that decided I could put up with the asinine conversation from her just to have Zack actually show signs of feeling 'safe and warm' in her chair. I did not proceed to make sure to write her name down so we could return to see her, listen to her say how important it was that we 'come back as often as possible, just to visit, so he could see that we are the best of friends and hug as soon as he sees us so that the bond they have built wouldn't be broken', and give her a 38% tip to make sure she really did know that we were the best of friends, indeed.

It wasn't me that walked past that same haircut place feeling guilty that I didn't stop in to say 'hi' and try and look the other direction in case she saw me, so she wouldn't think I was avoiding her. Nuts.

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It was not me that allowed my growing and still developing little boys to have McDonald's twice in one week just because they have a $1 menu that we can totally work with. I didn't join in that healthy act by purchasing something for myself along with fries and a Coke (Yes, a caffeinated drink. I know... bad pregnant mom, bad pregnant mom.). Hey, the head of our household, Tim, suggested this establishment, so any complaints about the choices of nutritional items in our lives, should be directed to him.

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It was also not me that braved the dentist's office to have ALL 5 CHILDREN go in for a check-up at the same time. I have not tried that before and promised myself I would NEVER do that again, only to do it again. That would be suicide. Unless you have a MIL like mine. She was not the absolute best thing that happened to me today while I was trying to keep things under control. (Thanks, Mom!) I was not preparing for an absolute melt down from our little guy, Zack, since this is his first time getting seen by a dentist and from knowing about his attachment issues. Again, suicide.

It was not me that was so proud, and acting like this was totally normal behavior for Zack, when he was begging for his turn in the dentist's chair. The dental technician was sooo not the smartest tech we have ever had by allowing all the boys to go into the same room together so they could watch one another. Walker did not go first because he is the bravest and the veteran in the dental chair. Zack did not start to yell, "My turn! My turn!" He also did not proceed to take the dental tools from the technician and try and do his own cleaning. And, of course it was not Zack asking for a 2nd turn after Christian had his teeth cleaned. No way...he has those attachment issues, remember?


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Don't cry for me, Argentina, because it was not me that butchered this picture by trying to take the red eye out and going a little berserk with the magic photo wand.

This was not one of my favorite pictures ever taken of my 4 boys together, and I was not sooo mad at myself for deleting the pictures from my camera earlier today, for the first time in over a month, making it impossible to go back and get the picture with those beautiful red eyes instead of this wacky version I concocted. (Hey, any of you computer techies that know how to get my original pic back from Iphoto...I would not kiss the ground you walk on, if you gave me info on how to do that. Nope, not me.)

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It is not me looking forward to posting my Mushy Monday next week, instead of a not me, because we are scheduled to have another Home Builder's meeting. It is not me trying to think up another 'fun time' with my husband to top our Long's parking lot adventure, so that you girls would be so super impressed with me. Nope, I totally don't want to inspire you to be sweeter, more affectionate and loving wives and try to top me, too. So, remember to 'mush it up' so you can have your own mushies to share next week!

Oh, and before I forget: IT IS NOT ME THAT HAS ONLY 100 DAYS LEFT TO GO IN MY PREGNANCY!! WOOHOO!