He did better than I thought he would on the balance beams. Great, actually. There were three of them- the highest being about 3 feet off the ground and he barely held onto my fingers as he put one foot in front of the other and walked the whole length, keeping his balance the entire time! Pshh, he didn’t even need me.

His favorite was the trampoline. He’s been into jumping on his bed lately and as soon as he figured out what the trampoline was all about he had a blast.

I was a tiny bit nervous at first because Braxtyn is usually shy around strangers, and the instructor was obviously a stranger. I was pretty shocked but happy when she called him over to show him how to do a somersault, and he went running over to her. Big boy.

Anyway, it was a success and we can’t wait for next week!

I’m not going to lie. I watch reality shows. But not many.  I stick with mainly two: The Real Housewives of Orange County and The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. What can I say? I have a weakness for watching rich, pampered women getting into dramatic arguments go shopping and well… get pampered. I pretty much the draw the reality t.v. show watching line there, though.

I know there are a lot of really pointless, stupid, seriously who watches that crap type of shows out there, but the one I can’t find any good in is the Teen Mom and 16 and Pregnant shows.

I know the producers probably originally wanted to shine a light on how hard it is to be a teen mom and all the trials and tribulations that come along with that, but in my opinion, they failed. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t done any type of “scientific survey” or “study” on this topic. It’s just common sense in my own head.

I’ve only watched a couple of episodes of the shows, and frankly, that’s all you need. These girls are on the covers of Us Weekly and In Touch.. they are on gossip websites and in the news, they are on a t.v. show for petes sake! They are everywhere- and to me, that is glamorizing the situation.

Teens are very impressionable and although the show depicts the tough situations, teens also see these  girls getting their 15 minutes of fame and geez- all that had to do was get knocked up and Voila! Instant fame sleeze.

It just kind of makes me sick that these shows even exist. That’s why I don’t watch. I just hope the young girls that do are getting the right message.

And that, my friends, is my super enlightening opinion of the day.

I have a whole, long list of these. Things that I swore I would never do. Things that you end up doing because you’re a mother and now you have to. Things that you do and then you shake your head & think, “Why in the world did I just do that?!”

That last instance is my confession right now.

I’m reading the book, “Life Is Not a Reality Show”, by Kyle Richards. Unless you follow The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills t.v. series, or are obsessed with Paris Hilton’s family tree (Kyle’s her aunt), then you probably won’t know who she is. Let’s just say she’s really rich, lives in Beverly Hills, and is actually really real for having grown up there all her life. She has 4 daughters- her youngest is 3 years old- & I’m kinda really starting to like her a lot. She’s funny and smart and really down to earth.

Anyway, back to my story, I was reading her book and came across this piece about her talking of how she has a hard time not snacking on food, especially with having kids. She says she’s always eating their leftovers and cutting the crust off their sandwiches and eating that. Then she goes on to say how, “One day I was getting things out of the car and I found a french fry on the floorboard and I just popped it into my mouth. I thought, What is wrong with me?“

Ohmygosh, I almost peed my pants at that. Not because I couldn’t believe some woman who is  a millionaire would eat one of her kids old, dirty french fries from the car floor; but because I did something kinda similar the other day.

I can’t remember exactly what I was eating, some kind of pasta… but I was sitting on the couch and Braxtyn came up to me and wanted a bite to try. I gave him a noodle and he had it in his mouth for a few seconds and then started to make a face. I didn’t have a napkin for him to spit it back into, and if you’re not quick he will just spit it out onto the couch or floor, so I held out my hand. The next thing I know, I pop it into my mouth.

What!

I’m thinking, “What the hell did I just do?”

I mean, I didn’t have anywhere to put it, ya know. Ha! I just couldn’t believe I did that. It’s something I didn’t think I would do in a million years. & this is coming from a girl who won’t share her ice cream with her husband because she doesn’t want him licking off the same spoon. Figure that one out!

We read Goodnight Moon to Braxtyn every night before bed. If you look closely, the objects on each page move around; such as the balloon floating through the room, the moon moving positions, the kittens and mouse, etc.

The bunny also moves around on the bed as the story is going on. On one page, I noticed how cute he looks in this one:

He’s turned around, telling the bears in the chairs goodnight, & then the next picture is all-

“Rabbit in the Fetal Position”

Like what the hell? Does he have a phobia of clocks? Or maybe it’s the socks that has him all on edge?  It’s just kind of bizarre to me. Or maybe I over thought this one? Perhaps I just have too much time on my hands. Maybe I had too much coffee this evening? I just found it slightly disturbing for some reason. I’m gonna go contemplate this as I pour myself another cup of java.

Ok. I can work with this.

I still wipe things up when stuff gets spilled, etc. But I totally didn’t think I would have a little helper this early.

Braxtyn will drop his milk on the floor, see the splatters, and then go get the kitchen towel to wipe it up off the floor. Seriously people- he’s only 2! How in the world does he know to do that??

I’ve never made him go get a towel after he’s spilled something and have him mop it up. He just turned two for Pete’s sake, I would never think to do that, not even if he was five! I’m his mommy, that’s my job! Hah! But really- what two year old already cleans up after himself?!

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about having such a sanitary little toddler already! I just couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw it. Although, I had to draw the line today.

We were having breakfast at a bakery and Braxtyn was sitting in an arm chair which left plenty of room for his doughnut crumbs to fall on the floor. What does he do when he gets done eating? Grabs a napkin, gets down on his hands & knees on the dirty floor (eww!) and starts trying to pick up all the tiny, little crumbs. I told him, “That’s okay honey, you can leave those there, someone will get them with a broom later.”

Ohhhh little B.

Collecting all the dust particles floating in the air, of course!