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So the two of us are driving in the car, on the way to her school as usual. Being the excessively responsible, six year old, cop that my daughter is- she asks me if the car has gas in it. Being the irresponsible, procrastinator that I tend to be, I check the gauge before I answer, yes, we have gas. Despite my answer, she leans over to check the gauge for herself and says, “I think we’re running out of gas”.

User: Carita

Member Since: March 2, 2009

Votes: 5

My now seventeen-month-old daughter Eleanor was about six months old and had just started taking her baths in the big tub. I was joining her in the tub so that she felt comfortable and didn't fall over. We had just finished her bath and were about to get out when I noticed that the water was looking a little murky. It took me a moment to process what had just happened. Eleanor had pooped in the tub that I was sitting in! I stood up and handed her off to my husband so that I could drain the tub and wash myself off before taking care of her. But, unfortunately, she wasn't done.

User: maggiemaexo

Member Since: May 1, 2009

Votes: 2

One of my favorite Mom Memories is from when my daughter Kaylah was in Kindergarten. One day while Kaylah was at school I received a call from the school nurse who was calling to inform me that Kaylah had head lice. I told her we had just moved and Kaylah had not been exposed to any children so it couldn't be possible. The nurse said lice was going through the school and Kaylah's class had a few cases. The nurse told me to come to the school and she would show me how to care for it.

User: Antoinette14

Member Since: April 18, 2009

Votes: 96

Momstipated I entered the bathroom with a chubby little hand in mine, shut the door and took my seat as Queen of the “throne.” With that, I was apparently awarded a Jester and JEST he did! Two year old Izaiah lurched his body across the room, planted his hands on the lip of the sink, threw his feet to the pedestal and quickly became a chubby "less-than" sign. Eye to eye, we giggled and he jumped down. He then headed for the small stack of toilet paper in the corner. He and I began a sweet game of catch with one of the rolls.

User: michellebrownlow

Member Since: May 1, 2009

Votes: 26

Turning the corner during my five-year-old's haircut

User: Rita Arens

Member Since: April 30, 2009

Votes: 9

When I was 7 my mother took my cousin, my sister, and I on a ski trip to Mammoth Lakes. She was able to purchase one ski lift ticket over the phone, but when she tried to buy the other two she found they were sold out. Undeterred, she drove us to the ski resort.

User: LiseAnn

Member Since: April 5, 2009

Votes: 19

When I was about 10 years old I punked my mom. She was trying to do the responsible thing – she was telling my older sister and me about the birds and the bees. We were all in the kitchen where she was frying something, trying to keep her hands busy so her mind could focus. It was a difficult conversation for her. She was more a child of the 50’s than the 60’s. She went through all the basics and asked us if we had any questions. We did not. She sent me to take out the trash, where I saw our male neighbor washing his car. I came back into the kitchen.

User: DrMrsCannon

Member Since: April 30, 2009

Votes: 2

My mom finally gave me permission to get my "first" perm! I had wanted one all thru high school. She finally gave me the go ahead and it was horrible! We still laugh about it.

User: LizzieB

Member Since: April 1, 2009

Votes: 75

Near the end of my sixth month, around the time the locusts arrive, when heartburn becomes biblical and you’d swear the baby’s kicking you on purpose, we plotted our escape. After a long, pregnant summer, I booked a flight, exchanging overheated boredom for the cool comfort of family and the public pool. We boarded the aircraft, stowed our stuff, and waited--locked and loaded. My son was three, requiring a full-price ticket; ready, I thought, to sit beside me. Now-I loathe flying. The ominous noises, strange sensations, the humanity.

User: otherpeopleschicken

Member Since: April 23, 2009

Votes: 29

It only took a week of having twins to experience the sweet bitterness of becoming a mom. It was the middle of my initiation week into the sorority of the sleep deprived. I was changing yet another diaper and singing to my sweet little boy about how much I loved him even though I was functioning on exactly 2 hours sleep. While taking off his diaper, in the middle of one more chorus of, "I love you because", he aimed his little pee-pee right at me.

User: victoria.hudgins

Member Since: January 18, 2009

Votes: 6

Mom memory video about toddler slam

User: lousymom

Member Since: May 2, 2009

Votes: 12

Talking about my favorite mom memory -- watching my son in his first preschool Thanksgiving program

User: Karen Dietrich

Member Since: April 1, 2009

Votes: 19

The day I realized I was no longer chasing rock bands, I was now chasing Peter Cottontail.

User: happyfaerie

Member Since: May 3, 2009

Votes: 49

I went to a new wax woman to get a full leg and bikini line wax, which I’d done for years. The wax woman asked me to take off my underwear, which I thought was unusual. Then she pulled out a mini buzzer, like one a barber might use on the back of a boy’s neck and buzzed right off the top. It happened so fast that first buzz, before I could even say, “No thank you.” And then it was like a lawnmower over a patch of grass right down the middle of the lawn. She would have to even it out, which she did until I was completely bald.

User: Andrea Askowitz

Member Since: May 1, 2009

Votes: 0

Sometimes I get primal when I stare at my 5-year-old son, Roan, for too long. I start melting on the inside and traveling to when he was born and then remembering how he looked as an infant. We were sitting on the couch watching TV together recently when he just started staring at me. I stared back, getting into that swimming lovey feeling. I began to marvel at how he has the same face that he did when he was born but now he’s got this whole personality to back it up. Eyeball to eyeball, I started wondering what he was thinking and why he was so enraptured with me.

User: PistolsandPopcorn

Member Since: May 3, 2009

Votes: 7

I'm a typical mom with a typical mom wardrobe: whatever is clean, dry, smells fresh and has the fewest stains on it is what I wear that day. I wish fashion mattered more to me (it sure used to!) but now, just being clean is my first priority. A few weeks ago, however, I had a mom's night out. I took a long hot shower, washed and dried my hair, carefully applied make-up, and chose a skirt with a dressy blouse - just the way I used to do for a night on the town. I came downstairs to kiss my kids and husband good bye. My little boy caught his breath when he saw me... "MOM!

User: carostad

Member Since: May 3, 2009

Votes: 0

Just me in my chldhood room talking about how my mom handled catching me in the act of my firts kiss.

User: Quel

Member Since: January 24, 2009

Votes: 50

At 9:15 p.m. on a Monday in February 1990, I had my tender heart trampled on by a cowardly 16 year-old boy named Martin. Up until 9:14 I had been in LOVE. We had gone to two formal dances – I had kept the corsages, we had danced slowly in the dark, and kissed behind a high school gym after a football game. Martin had been my boyfriend for nearly five months and in less than a minute he ended our affair, over the phone. I sobbed hysterically. I had never felt so completely caught off guard and betrayed in all my 15 years. I was sick. My mom held me, got me in the car and drove.

User: ehayes3500

Member Since: May 3, 2009

Votes: 11

My favorite (and funniest) mom memory at the beach Paula Schmitt

User: PaulaSchmitt.

Member Since: April 29, 2009

Votes: 94

Me wondering what my Little Man is crying about...and insight from my daughter (the older toddler)...They are little people...When did this happen!?!

User: Nap Warden

Member Since: May 2, 2009

Votes: 126

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine… shhh,” I swayed back and forth. I had his head covered up, but his fat little bare feet stuck out from beneath the blanket. He was finally breathing steadily. Gently, I laid him in the crib, only to cringe at the sound of his cry. “Damn!” I murmured under my breath. I stepped out of the room and pulled the door partially closed – I could still see in, but he couldn’t see me.

User: MabraMom

Member Since: February 6, 2009

Votes: 26

My favorite mom memory is the one where they were innocent and I was naive...

User: Summer

Member Since: November 23, 2008

Votes: 76

I lovingly call this memory, "The Talk" My son, was 11, his sister was 9. It was time to go to the doctor for “the talk” as their bodies had begun changing. Hormones, hair growth, breasts, etc. Their pediatrician decided to give them privacy and put them in separate rooms to “chat” with them. I was present in each case. When “the talk” was finished, the children walked out of the exam rooms, and faced each other with a sort of “deer in the headlights” look. My son, being the older brother, decided to deal with this head on.

User: irish

Member Since: April 29, 2009

Votes: 10

My mother was a fantastic cook. Not a gourmet cook but a wonderful maker of comfort food with lots of butter and salt. I would call her creations "Hoosier" food. As a child, I loved to watch her cook. I would drag a chair around the kitchen from place to place so that I could see what she was whiipping up. This annoyed her greatly. Her usual advice to me was to go play in the intersection. I didn't comply. One day I was watching her prepare banana pudding. I must have been eight or nine years old.

User: jarmeyer

Member Since: April 29, 2009

Votes: 0

my husband does the last bottle feeds of the day for our (now) one year old, jackson. we are in the process of figuring out how to ween from the bottle intro sippy cup, etc... but that last feeding, that FINAL feeding before nahnight for jackson---- daddy MUST do it. otherwise, he doesn't take his bottle at all. and those of you who have followed my blog http://www.mybottlesup.com know why. so on tuesday night's my husband works late, comes home after jackson goes to bed (7 pm) which means that i am left with filling this void in my son's heart. and i'm rejected time after time.

User: nicnicnic

Member Since: November 7, 2008

Votes: 2