Not Me! Monday (#1): Our House

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! For those of you that read MckMama, you've heard of this. For those of you that don't, feel free to check out her blog to get the background on how this started. (Watch out, though, or you might fall in love with her family, despite never having met them, and become addicted to her stories. Trust me. It's been known to happen.)

Anyway, Not Me! Monday is essentially a fun way to tell about some of the funny things that you generally would refuse to admit to doing. But since you do it in this "not me" setting, it becomes a little less, well, awful!

So here's my first installment....

1) Dale and I are firm believers in child-proofing. That's why it is not us that rely on a Pack-n-Play, instead of a drilled-into-the-wall-for-added-security safety gate to keep our 15-month old from climbing the stairs.


2) I hate clutter. That's why it is not me that has a toy corner in the living room that looks like this,


a Dining Room table that looks like this,


and a guest bed (affectionately known to Dale and me as "Dining Room Table - North") that looks like this.


3) While I'm on the clutter topic, I believe that shoes should always be placed neatly in one's closet. On shoe racks, specifically. That is why my clothes dryer most definitely does not look like this:


4) Even though Macie loves to climb, I am very careful to not let her do anything that could result in her being injured. So I would never allow her to climb on the bench or chairs in the kitchen. And, even if I did, I would stand VERY close to her, holding her hand, and would never back away from her to catch her extremely funny face with my camera...



5) Although I love ice cream, I limit my children's exposure. So much so that Macie doesn't even really know what it is. That's why I'm not really sure why a small carton of it would elicit the following response...


And when it was time to give her a tiny sampling, I did not send Dale after the camera to get some shots of her bird face...


6) Over the past several weeks, as Dale and I have been spending our late evenings making "Magic Bars" for his customers (we're at 20 batches and counting), I have not required that he put the chocolate chips on before the butterscotch. Because that would be plum silly. Particularly since the only reason is that I think they "look more festive" that way. In fact I did not pound it into his brain so often that when I exclaimed "Seriously?!?" (for an entirely unrelated reason) while he was distributing the chocolate chips in batch #19, his heart did not skip a beat and he did not do a double-take to make sure that he had the right chips in his hand, for fear of having to deal with the wrath of Amy.


7) Finally, saving the worst for last, I did not spend time yesterday disinfecting Macie's humidifier that has been sitting unused in her room for nine months with about 2 inches of stagnate water inside. Because that would just be gross.