Not I...

This week my did not list is pretty short... and sweet. Does this mean I am getting better at not doing things?

I did not dress my daughter in a cute pink leopard hat and glove set and instruct her to play in the fallen autumn leaves instead of raking them up. If I had, these might have been the pictures I'd have gotten:I did not rush home from Thanksgiving dinner with half the ham and all of the mac'n'cheese left over from the festivities. After all, my fridge is stocked and I'm a good sharer.

I did not confuse my daughter's kooky pose in the family portrait for clowning around. As an avid SIMS player, I realized she was mimicking those family shots without her pointing it out. Really I did.

I did not have a hypochondriac moment and freak out about the possibility of contracting Ya's case of thrush during his feedings. I have not given myself a breast exam after every feeding since confirming his condition despite his being on medication and the thrush quickly clearing up. I did not agonize over where the gross white stuff came from in the first place...

I did not tell the pediatrician that we had reached our quota of conditions and illnesses in the last three months and that if another happened to surface within a week of a well-baby appointment we'd be canceling the rest on account of the bad luck they bring.

I did not lug around my scrap supplies three times in the four day weekend and complete not one page in either child's book. As usual, I'm all caught up...

I did not get lectured twice - make that three times - about dressing my son. If I had, it certainly wouldn't be about his winter coat being a size too big (though I didn't buy it), about his wearing socks instead of soft shoes (there's debate about whether they make newborn shoes and why one might need them), or about wearing a onesie in a loud jungle print (that I was immediately smitten with and had to buy).



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