Let the voting begin for Blooper Bowl 2012!
February 3, 2012 By Leave a Comment
They’ve been in training for months. They’ve battled it out in the cribs, tackled siblings, and run laps around their mothers. But now it all comes down to this. The whole enchilada. The big game.
It’s here, folks.
It’s time for the Blooper Bowl! I’ve gotten some really gnarly blooper shots, and now you guys get to pick the winner! One lucky blooper will take home the $50 Tiny Prints gift card so they can send postcards of their blooper to all of their friends and family (I’m kidding, use it for whatever you want. But I’d like a postcard in the mail!).
So let’s get down to business. Ready…set…hike!
There you have it, folks. It’s a rough and tumble contest, for sure! Since it’s so tough, I’m gonna let you have THREE votes for your faves. You can’t vote for the same person more than once. If you do, I’ll throw one of those yellow flags at you.
Ready? Vote!
Let’s get ready to rumble! Blooper Bowl 2012 Photo Contest
January 28, 2012 By 1 Comment
Don’t act like your kid is perfect. Between perfectly shot photos, you’re bound to get a few winners where little Ava or Jackson made the weirdest. face. ever.
Hopefully, you laughed at them.
And hopefully, you saved them.
Because now, those photos could win you a $50 gift code to Tiny Prints. What? You need to immortalize these gems! I am super stoked to announce The Mamagician’s first ever BLOOPER BOWL 2012!
Don’t care a lick about football? Me neither! So let’s watch these photos duke it out in the votes, and may the best (worst?) face win!
To submit a photo to the contest, post your picture on The Mamagician’s Facebook wall. Submissions will be accepted until 12:00 AM, February 2.
Once you’ve submitted your photo, be sure to send your friends and family to vote for your kidlet! The photo with the most votes wins. Voting will begin here on the blog Friday, February 3 and end at 11:59 PM on February 5.
Let the games begin!
My kids are conspiring against me. White surrender flag raised.
January 19, 2012 By Leave a Comment
What in the fark has gotten into the water (or, well, sippy cups of juice) at my house?! The past 12 hours has been pure chaos. There’s times when chaos can be funny, but this isn’t one of them. It’s been downright annoying.
So maybe Maisy has read my blog and found out that I’m going through a “I’m sick of breastfeeding” stage, because she’s been flat out PISSED every night. She usually nurses to sleep (bad, bad habit I’m starting there!) without any problems. But lately, she’s will nurse for two seconds, then scream bloody murder like I’m plucking her eyebrows or something.
So last night, it was no different. We all got into bed at about 10:45 after staying up to wait for Andrew to get home from work. I preemptively popped a Tylenol PM to knock out a headache that I’d been simmering all day, and I was wiped out. Maisy started her fuss-tastrophe, and I resorted to YouTube.
We watched this a good 35 times last night. Each time it would end, she would wig out and flail around. At the end of round 27 or so, she threw her head back into my face, giving me a fat lip. Hooray! Now I can skip my Restalane and Botox appointment this month!
No, I don't really get injections. Botulism free, thank you very much.
So morning rolls around, and it’s one of those nights where you feel like you slept for about five minutes. I come down stairs, get the big kids yogurt and granola, and start making my breakfast taco (for only 8 points, yeah buddy!). I round the corner and see this lovely presentation:
I can’t make this shit up, people. Micah, my almost 3 year old, made me this lovely abstract art. I think he was going for this look:
This is Carhenge. It's in Western Nebraska, and is a replica of Stonehenge. The more you know...
I am currently typing this under the protection of Max and Ruby and Honey Nut Cheerios. I’m raising my white flag. If I don’t emerge in 8 hours or so, send help.
Why I’m glad YouTube wasn’t popular when I was a teen. Barf.
January 18, 2012 By 5 Comments
I can’t even get past the first 5 seconds of this video without getting hardcore secondhand embarrassment. I mean, I’m sure that I probably said some goofy things, but … I can’t. I can’t even DEAL with the cheese-tastic nature of this video!
If my kids ever do something like this, I’ll laugh at them first, but then I’ll be mortified.
The breastfeeding conundrum.
January 15, 2012 By 3 Comments
Every mom goes through it at some point. Society has put all kinds of wonky pressure on moms to breastfeed, and even wonkier
pressure to do it without them knowing about it (way to go, society). But what happens when you do choose to breastfeed, and then you are so over it?
That’s where I am.
Maisy is 8 months old, and I’m hitting a “I’m sick of being a milkmaid” patch. I love nursing, I do. Honestly. I love knowing that I’m the only one that can really calm her down, and the only one that she truly *needs* (hello, egotistic moment!), but I’m beginning to hate it for those reasons, too. I’ve spent a grand total of 5 hours or so away from my baby since she’s been born, and that was to get a tooth extracted. Joyous occasion, right?
I love being close to my little peanut, but being a human pacifier is exhausting. I just want it to feel weird to whip out my boob in public again, you know? I remember those days. Where I wouldn’t have to angle myself so people can see my chichis at any given moment. Oh, the memories. Mammaries?
At any rate. I feel immense mom-guilt over this. Sure, it’s not like formula is poisonous. My first was formula fed from about 6 weeks on out! So why do I feel like I’m cheating my littlest out of something? Maybe my subconscious is playing tricks on me. Maisy is our last baby, and maybe I’m putting off weaning so I can keep her little. Who knows.
All I know is I’d really kill for a night’s rest without my hooter hanging out of my nursing tank. It gets chilly.
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A One-sided Conversation with Disney
January 1, 2012 By Leave a Comment
I often let Emma and Micah use my laptop to peruse DisneyStore.com or play games on DisneyJunior.com, and this afternoon was no different. I needed to get some housework done, so I set them up on the Disney Store website and off I went. Now, a few hours later, I came back to this:
Sorry we’re so tight-lipped, Elisa. After all, I did teach them not to talk to strangers.
How have my kids lived this long?
December 30, 2011 By 2 Comments
It may seem like a silly question, but truly. How on Earth have they not killed each other? In just the time it took for me to log on to my computer, Maisy was kicked, Micah fell off the bed, and Emma just laughed at the destruction. And those were all accidents. Can you imagine the damage that has been done on purpose? You know that they’ve wailed on each other on more than one occasion.
This also leads me to ask, how on Earth did I survive? Any of us, really. Our parents blessed us with lead paint coating our nursery walls, primitive (if any) car seats, and (worst of all!) no outlet covers! The horror. I tend to be laid back when it comes to baby proofing and kidlet safety. I mean, my kids ride in car seats and rear face as long as they will tolerate it (once they have reached 2 years and/or they start to assault me, I flip them). I have baby gates. But there’s just some safety products that blow. my. mind.
Now, moms don’t have the luxury of relieving themselves whenever it’s convenient for them (like some little kids that I know). Sometimes when they’re out and about, they have to find a treacherous public bathroom, filled with germs and yuckies! So what’s a mom to do? Where do I put my kidlet?!
I can see the top of your head from here, Mom!
Duh. Hang them from the bathroom stall. I’m sorry. This just makes me laugh. What happens if someone gets curious and unhooks the grippers from the other side?! And down will come baby, harness and all.
The moral of the story? Don’t let your kids eat paint chips. But don’t dangle them from a potty partition, either.
