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Where every day is Zero Nutrition Thursday...
Twelve of us Mamas make up Worst. Mama. Ever., an informal competition to entertain those of you out there also aspiring to get through this chaotic mess of trying to raise small people.
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3 comments:
If I'm being honest, you've thoroughly phoned this one in. I nominate you for the worst worst mama ever post of the month. You and I are family and, knowing as I do just how rich you are in parental negligence and incompetence, I can only call this a lazy effort. Ptewee.
I can't even phone this one in - we never had a Bumbo. I don't even think they made Bumbo when my kids would have fit in one (which, in Lars' case, would be never, although there's a pretty good chance Ross might still fit). Man, do I suddenly feel old.
Don't feel bad, Karen, the Bumbos weren't invented until after I had Kate (2004). Also, they kind of suck. Sarah was constantly wriggling out of hers and, because it was always placed at a height, nearly falling to her death.
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