Welcome to the new and improved Mommyproof, which is basically just the same freaking Mommyproof, only awesome-r because it was designed by someone who was not just pretending to understand how to use Blogger. (Thank you, Erin, Luca, and Ansley, you are the diaper rash cream to a lot of babies’ butts). Thanks also go to my son, Leo, who gave me his permission to talk about how he loves to eat trash, and my husband, Ethan, who didn’t give me permission to talk about how he loves to be thorough but I just did it anyway.
This blog has been such a fun (read: mildly embarrassing and often weird but also like, really REWARDING*) journey. It all came to be after I wrote this post about how I was freaking out about my post-pregnancy belly, which guess what, I am still freaking out about, but with less fervor and only when I see pictures of Pink‘s stupid airbrushed abs. (Which is a lot! She’s everywhere! She’s in magazines. She’s in my dreams… oh, wait).
Thanks to all of you for reading — if you’re a fan of the site, and you want to get some good karma (or, even better: VIRTUAL KISSES FROM MY CHILD WHICH I SWEAR HE WILL REALLY SEND YOU JUST AS SOON AS HE GETS DONE EATING A WHOLE FOODS RECEIPT), please “like” Mommyproof’s Facebook page. I just recently figured out what liking a page actually means (note to self: Un-like Twilight’s page because I don’t want to see Bella and Edward sucking face EVERY FREAKING DAY IN MY NEWSFEED) and it’s really just a way to subscribe, only Mark Zuckerberg has attached this whole emotional “liking” angle to it to basically make people feel like they’re in high school and unpopular if their page is less “liked” than someone else’s.
Also, feel free to COMMENT YOUR ASSES OFF now on this blog because the commenting system before was really janky and unfriendly and now it’s not. Yippee.
Tomorrow: let’s talk about poop.
xox,
Rebecca
*Worst. Word. Ever.
