The $100 Question: Tell MckMama Your Most Embarrassing Mothering Moment

I was 15 and playing softball in the Can-America games. It was my turn to bat, and I walked up to the plate all proud, knowing I would hit and get in base. Well the first pitch came and I swung the bat, missed the ball and tooted the whole swing. Needless to say the whole field, umpire and the everyone near the field in the stands heard me toot and miss the ball! I turned bright red and wanted to run and hide, meanwhile my dad is there laughing so hard that it happened at that exact moment. There is no way that it could have been planned! Needless to say I ended up being walked that time.

Mrs. Schorp

I have 2 very active children at the time 4 year old son and a 2 year old daughter. Please bear with me as I give you some back story. My daughter broke her arm shortly after her 2nd birthday. She fell off the side of the couch while brushing/playing with Grandmas hair. Now if you knew my daughter you would know how ridiculous of a break this was, because my daughter climbs EVERYTHING! I am always pulling her off of the stove top, kitchen table, top bunk bed, entertainment stand...you name it she can climb it in 30 seconds flat! But anyway that is another story. At the same time as all of this is going on my son gets a weird growth on the top of his foot. His doctor says "I have no idea what that is" and refers us to the local Shriners Children’s Hospital. We have our 2nd appointment there with a foot specialist scheduled for a Thursday. Wednesday night rolls around and my husband and son are outside having a “noodle fight” which is basically using the big pool noodles as swords. My husband swings the noodle, it catches Ethan in the back of the neck and knocks him off his feet, face first on the cement. Ethan ends up with a goose egg and some scratches going into his hair line. It was honestly not THAT bad! I take him to his appointment the next morning, the nurse brings him back and as she goes to check his weight she gasps and says “what happened to your head?” I attempt to answer for him but my fast talking 4 year old looks at the nurse and announced loudly “Daddy wrapped the noodle around my neck and threw me on the ground!!” The nurse looks at me and back at Ethan and says that isn’t something you should come to a hospital and say. We enter the room and 3 doctors come in and ask the same question, Ethan gives the same response at least this time he adds at the end “we were noodle fighting” the doctor looks at me as I stand there mortified and says “noodle fighting?” I replied yes you know with the big pool noodles. The doctor nods and laughs a little, as I start to calm down I notice the nurse is giving Ethan a twice over, making sure he has no bruises or isn’t secretly crying for help. The doctors have now left the room and it’s just us and this nurse. She quietly types what the doctor had said in the computer and is just about finished when Ethan turns to me and says “Mama, when is Hailey getting her cast off?” OMG!!!!! You have got to be kidding me!!! Of course the nurse asked right away who Hailey was and what had happened, so I have to go over the whole story with her….Let me just say after that I was so very glad the doctor had diagnosed Ethan and referred him back to his PCP and we would never have to go back there again!!!!

Drowning by my god daughter. I thought I was being gutsy but I was not, it was just foolishness. My gd had to jump into the water to fish me out!

Once my firstborn got to the toddler stage and was down to pooping once a day, I stopped being so vigilant about bringing diapers and wipes with me everywhere I went.

One day, she'd already gone about her "bidness" in the morning, so when I went to the gym that afternoon, I changed her and left the diaper bag at home. We got to the gym, I dropped her off in the nursery, and hopped onto the elliptical.

Ten minutes later, the tanned, toned sorority girl who was working in the nursery that day came running toward me, an awful look on her face.

"I think you'd better come with me," she squeaked. I followed her to the nursery, where my 2-year-old daughter was sitting in the middle of the floor with a smile on her face, poop spurting out the back of her diaper like a fountain onto the carpeted floor. It was more poop than I had ever seen from a small child before. It was a poonami! Around her, three tanned, toned, twenty-something gym employees were trying to clean up the mess without gagging- of course, they only managed to grind it deeper into the carpet.

"I think she needs a new diaper," one of them gasped.

"I don't have another diaper," I said, wanting to sink into the ground. "But I'll be right back!"

I ran to the car, grabbed a lap blanket from the back seat, and ended up stripping my daughter down in the gym's locker room, wiping her off as well as I could with wet paper towels, and carrying her out to the car naked, wrapped only in the blanket while a hundred spandex-clad gym bunnies gave me the evil eye.

That gym is known now for not being very child-friendly. I'm afraid I have EVERYTHING to do with it!

My daughter was two and had a dress on and a pullup I forgot the diaper cover and we were in the mall shopping, and walking some how while holding my hand she managed to undo the pullup with the other and just let it drop and it was full of little pellet poop and it went everywhere. My face was so red, trying to get it picked up with wipes and keep people from stepping on it.

we left the house with our newborn we left everything except him at home, no diaperbag, no food, no extra clothes, no nothing.

My Most embarrassing Mothering Moment was

I have a son and grandson 31 days apart.
When they were newborns up until my grandson was about 4 and we moved 1200 miles away, I babysat my grandson.
So everywhere I went there was 2 babies I was often asked are they twins?
Well after about 7 months I was tired of hearing that question, at 6 months my grandson had to have emergency open heart surgery so of coarse I was in a state of shock. Well at that same time they government decided to put in a turnpike exit which meant taking half our front yard, cutting tree's etc.
I explained to the road crew not to block or shut down our road as we lived in the country and I needed to be able to get in or out so did a ambulance in case of an emergency.
Well they blocked off the road and I'm outside with a shovel trying to dig a path to get through when the guys said I would be blocked in for a day, I had the shovel yelling at the guy my family is all outside laughing at me as they said I looked like a crazy women I was so embarrassed and ashamed of how I acted and how I must have looked.
14 years later its still a family joke brought up and i still get embarrassed.

An embarrassing moment for me was when our family paid a visit to our friends in CA and my daughter wet the bed--she had not done that in 3 years. Very embarrassing!!!

Most breastfeeding mom's probably know that there is a certain anti-breastfeeding faction out there, better know as the "in-laws" who make it their business to question your ability to properly nourish your baby. Any time the baby cries they will imply that you do not have enough milk, or your milk is "bad" due to some noxious substance in your diet. Anxious fathers are particularly susceptible to this drivel and if you happen to have a colicky baby it gets quite tedious listening to all the armchair analysts interrogating you about your milk. At some point you might just turn into an angry vigilante breastfeeder. So it was with me. One morning when my daughter was a couple months old she was fussing while I was tending to getting my 6 year old ready for school and my husband brought up the subject of my milk supply and whether she was getting enough to eat. I assured him that everything was fine and his mother was filling his head with stupid ideas. Standing there in my nightgown I reached down and exposed my full breast and gave it a little squeeze to emphasize my point. To everyone's surprise a stream of milk shot out across our tiny kitchen and hit him square in the eye. I have to admit that I was kind of proud of my aim, but knowing my mouthy 6 year old I had no doubt that everyone in the first grade was going to hear about how mommy shot daddy in the eye with booby milk this morning!

I was at Costco with my four young children, completely enraptured by thoughts of whether Kirkland brand toilet paper was truly as soft as Charmin. Suddenly I heard my 4 year old say, "Mommy, what's that boy's name?" In my peripheral vision I saw a person's back, but I continued contemplating toilet paper and halfway ignoring the kids. "I don't know, why don't you ask him?" I replied.

Then I heard the person respond, "I'm not a boy."

Concerned that I had offended his masculinity by calling him a boy, I quickly said, "Oh he's not a boy, Shepherd. He's a man."

So Shepherd said, "What's that man's name?"

The person said, "I'm not a man."

I finally turned to look at the very offended not a boy, not a man, but a WOMAN.

A woman who, I must say, especially from behind, looked quite a bit like a man.

"Ooooh. Hee hee," I giggled nervously and quickly wheeled my progeny out of the toilet paper aisle, while they debated LOUDLY, "Mommy, is that a girl? No way, that's a boy. Why does that girl look like a boy Mommy?"

It was definitely the time when my daughter and I were walking around Target. As we neared the bras, she said rather loudly, "Mommy, you have one of those!" It wouldn't have been so bad had a man not been walking by the exact time those words came out of her mouth!

changing a diaper at the park and getting peed on lol

When my son was 11 one day we were walking the aisles of the grocery store. He was going through this stage where he would just 'let them rip' in public...you know what I'm talking about. It was terrible and I couldn't get him to stop. Down one of the aisles we came upon an older gentleman and I stopped and bent over to pick up some canned veggies - right at that momment my son let one go. The gentleman looked right at me as if it was ME. He smiled and chuckled and walked away. I was so embarrassed! I now try to go grocery shopping without him.

I was breastfeeding my son in a restaurant. I just had a receiving blanket covering us.
There was a dad with a little toddler who walked by me. The little girl asked me what I was doing with the baby. I answered her that I was feeding him his lunch. She looked up to her dad and said to him, that she was happy her dad did not order what the baby was eating!

When I left my 3 sons in the care of my oldest, age 10, and my youngest age 5 called 911. My cellphone was on silent and so the cops were unable to connect with me for about 20 minutes. Was mortified when I came home and had to go through a CPS investigation! All ended well though.

Jennifer Cooper
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When my now 12 year old daugher was 3 we decided to go to the zoo. She was potty trained and had been for awhile, never having had a accident. She was one easy child to potty train. We got to the zoo early and had to wait for them to open the gate. While standing in line and trying to entertain my not happy 1 year old, she informed me that she had to use the potty. I said okay, I need you to wait a few minutes until we can get inside the gate. Very quickly she was doing the potty dance. She was standing on a area that was raised up, like the pavement was uneven. All the sudden I see the stream from the area were she was standing and all the people behind her moving away. Needless to say I was quite embarrassed. Now it provides a good laugh.:)

I was cleaning and organizing the closet the other day, so I had the maternity clothes box out. My fourteen month old was taking things out and putting them back in and taking things out....The doorbell rang. He jumped into my arms. I answered the door to one of my husband's employees and chatted with him for a few minutes while my child waved something excitedly around. I assumed Zach the employee was chuckling at my son in all of his cuteness and excitement. But when I closed the door, I realized what my son was waving around--a package of maternity panties. Size X-Large. I thought, "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?"

We were thrilled to have a chance to show off our 6 week old at a Go Fish Christmas Concert at the local University's PAC! While we were backstage with the Go Fish Guys before the concert she spit up EVERYWHERE - I was so thankful they are all dads and she didn't hit any of them!

When my daughter first learned about her belly button she fondly called it a "but" - very clearly "but" oh my - made for a few awkward explanations in the church nursery!!

My daughter needs small crib sheets for her sleeping mat at daycare. I take fresh ones in every Monday and pick up on Friday. One Monday at pick up I had a small bag in her cubby to take home that night - it contained a pair of large, comfy, old, stretched out maternity underwear I was still wearing "as the baby weight came off." Seems it had gotten tangled up in the sheet and I had taken it to daycare without noticing.

Mortified, I grabbed the bag, my kid and dashed out without saying a word.

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Probably the most recent in my head is when my youngest decided to show everyone her cute little tushy while we were waiting for her sister outside of school lol

When my daughter was a baby, I left the stroller behind my trunk as I was getting her into her car seat. I totally forgot about the stroller, so after I buckled her in, I went right into the driver's seat and started the engine. Luckily, a man who was walking by noticed that I was about to back into the stroller and ran over to tell me.

That was pretty embarrassing!

Cheryl
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I stood at the Walgreens pharmacy counter, trying to write a check. It was difficult, balancing my toddler on one hip, my purse on the other. Three male pharmacists stood and watched me struggle. Finally I was done. I tore off the check and handed it to the cashier. Then I looked at my son, and realized he had been clutching my blouse in such a way that my breast was entirely exposed. I realized it must have been exposed the entire time I wrote that check.

my first daughter was a few weeks old when we took her out to dinner with my husband's boss and his wife. she was sleeping until the end of dinner when the boss asked to hold her. after about 2 minutes of holding her, she managed to poop ALL over his shirt and pants! we had no diaper bag with us--I was mortified and the boss just had a surprised look on his face. We joke now that she likes him so much because he was the first one she ever pooped on.

My older daughter has watched me nurse my 2-month old several times with great interest, often commenting on the color of a certain area, saying it is brown and looks like "poo". One day at my in-laws house, I decided to give the baby a bottle instead of nursing. My 2-year old says in front of my father-in-law, Grandpa, she doesn't drink bottles, she drinks poop!! My mother in law understood immediately and thought it was hilarious, luckily my father in law did not figure it out until later.

I was shopping in a department store with my mother, my 3-yr-old son and his infant brother, who I was breastfeeding at the time. We were walking down the aisle when my oldest pointed at a mannequin dressed in bras and panties and said "Look at those dinners." From that point on, I quit using the term "dinner" when it was time to nurse the baby!

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I can’t believe I forgot about this one until the last comment.

It was Thanksgiving time and my boys, then nine and ten, needed haircuts. So I packed them and my two year old daughter into the car and went to the mall. I was nine months pregnant and it was hard to walk quickly so I told my oldest to run ahead to the salon and ask how much a haircut would be. If it was too much, we would go to the salon on the other side of the mall.

Within minutes he came running back towards me and when he was about 20 feet away he called out “She said it’s $4.50 for a haircut and a blow job.” He meant blow DRY. Naturally everyone nearby looked. At first my jaw dropped that my precious, innocent little boy knew those words. But the expression on his face and the way he clapped his hands over his mouth were so funny I couldn’t stop laughing. Then the more I thought about it, the funnier it seemed. I actually was laughing so hard I had to sit down.

It was embarrassing, but I still laugh over that story. When I brought it up recently my son (now 33) said the salon was probably never able to figure out the stampede of male customers they suddenly had. lol

Marie

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At the time 3 my children were very young, and we were at a pizza parlor eating lunch and waiting for their Dad, when my daughter, who must have been 2 or 3 at the time, stands up in her seat and announces to the very busy restaurant, that her (younger) brother (whose name she used) has a penis and that she has a vagina. Almost everyone turned and looked...some laughed, some looked on with disgust. When I looked devastated and tried to get her to sit down, she said, "but mommy, that's what you said".
Maybe I should have waited to explain the differences to her, despite her constantly asking "what's that" when changing his diaper.
Ahhhhh...still embarrassing to this day. And we love to remind her of that day every-so-often (she's now 19).

My youngest son Jared was the child that got into everything; nothing was sacred with Jared around. He was 3 years old and his brother was 7 when this episode happened. I stopped at the local home improvement store to pick up some paint. As I walked in, I veered to my left to grab a cart to put Jared in, briefly letting go of his hand. In that split second he veered to the right...and walked right under the caution tape they had roping off a section of floor they were going to tile. The next thing I heard was Jared yelling "I stuck...I STUCK!!!!". He had walked onto the floor and they had just coated it with adhesive to lay tile and his shoes were stuck to the floor. That stuff is strong...I had to untie his shoes and pull him out of them then pry his shoes off the floor. All the while, everyone was watching us and Jared continued to yell "I STUCK MOMMY". Lesson learned..never, ever let go of Jared's hand.

After the delivery of my second daughter I was preparing everything to go home when my nurse came in to do my discharge papers. She was going over the checklist and abruptly stopped to ask if I had been 'blessed' with a bowel movement since delivery. I thought nothing of it and said "No" to which she got rather official and told me that I would not be able to leave the hospital until said bowel movement happened. I went on to tell her that it wasn't unusual for me to miss a bm when I was away from home or to not 'go' daily. She finally relented and agreed to let me leave without visiting and forcing something I knew wasn't going to happen. She did however give me these two little pills that I had to swallow in front of here before she would sign my final release. I wanted to get out of there so I took them without asking what they were.
Later I realized that she had given me, not one .. but TWO laxative pills. I took my baby home and spent the day visiting with family and enjoying my new baby girl and my 4 year old who insisted the new baby was hers. Soon bedtime came and I was more than ready, hoping for at least three hours sleep before feeding time. Baby girl gladly gave me a decent nap while she slept soundly in her crib. When she woke around 1am for a feeding I obliged ... only I ran into a bit of a problem ... remember those TWO laxative pills the nurse from 'hell-o' gave me? They chose that moment of the day/night to kick in. I was miserable! Sore from delivery, stitches from an episiotomy, cramps from 'the pills' and a newborn in my arms. I knew I had to go but I also knew she needed to be fed. I was trying to take her to her daddy so I could go ... but it just didn't work out as planned.
By the time I finally made it back to bed ... I had cleaned my my mess ... cleaned up her mess ... cleaned up the mess daddy made trying to give her the rest of her bottle ... and I had a load of laundry to do.
I can totally understand why baby bottoms don't care for dirty diapers.

I'll fess up to having a potty mouth, especially when driving. I knew I needed to clean up my language, not to mention my attitude, when I had to slam on the brakes due to another driver's cutting me off... and I hear a voice from the backseat say, "Honk your horn, Mommy. That guy's a fucking douchebag!"

Oops! I was SO thankful that I was the only adult in the car! But I was secretly pleased that my 5 year old daughter used the language appropriately and was able to spot a fucking douchebag driver on her own.

The kids and I were sitting in an ice cream shop having a treat. Out of the blue, my five year old son says, quite loudly, "Mommy, I've seen your underware more than you've seen mind." HUH??? What does THAT mean, and WHERE did it come from? I still can't figure it out! Not five minutes later my three year old daughter says, "Mommy, are you high?" As a person who's never been 'high' in my life, imagine my surprise! She was talking about the fact that I was in an 'high' bar stool type chair! I can't imagine what others around us were thinking!!!

My son found one of his toys in trash, but I told him that it was lost. Yes, he caught me in a lie. I really didn't know how to respond to that. It was one of those really loud and obnoxious toys.

Ok...let's admit it! As parents we do secret "picking"'s of our children. My thing is not hang nails, or flaked skin, it is not able to handle looking at boogers stuck in my kids nose and do nothing about it! My son was 2, we were on our way into the post office. I notice as I was taking him out of the car seat he had a nostril full. I went to swipe it out, but he moved quickly in trying to get me away from him. I got it out and thought I had won! It was over. Or so I thought...
I got into the post office and was waiting in line (because I forgot to mention it was CHRISTMAS TIME so you know the line was LONG). A women looked down at my child, and the look of horror came over her face. She looked at me with glaring "don't you see what is happening to your son" looks, and said "what happened to him". I look down, blood is gushing from his nose. I must have nicked him with my nail as I was swiping and he was moving. I had NO tissues! So there I was asking the body of judgemental post office folks who thought I punched my child in the nose or something, for a tissue. A nice lady gave me a pack and told me to keeps it! I used the entire thing while trying to explain to the silent group that we had dry air in the house and that he has been getting nose bleeds from it! When really I should have just said... I picked his nose to hard :-)

My embarrassing moment was extra embarassing because my older son is in a private Catholic grade school. Ass is not an acceptable word period. Needless to say the baby, who is 2 now, is going to public school. We decided we were a bit too much for the private school. LOL.

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I've always been known at the school for being a laid back person. I volunteered serving lunches so they all knew me very well. My son was in 7th grade and known for being an awesomely behaved child. Well, I was no longer working in the cafeteria because we had a surprise baby, who was a few months old at the time. It was raining so I had to pick my older son up from school. It was also coincidentally baby's time to eat and he was breastfed. Cue 5 minutes after school was let out, 10 minutes......no child. I had to undo the screaming baby, carry him in the rain into school and look for my child. I heard him yakking to friends at the top of the third floor(with a very long flight of stairs to climb) and yelled upstairs, "****** get your ass downstairs right now!" I turned around and there was the principal and several of the more judgmental moms looking at me like I had grown another head. My kid came right down though, and I grabbed my baby and kid and ducked out

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Amy Reber

During my pregnancy with my first baby, my husband and I attended childbirth classes. We became very close with the other couples in our class, and we celebrated when each baby was born.

About 2 weeks before our baby was born, my husband and I made one last visit to the hospital to make sure everything was in order. As we were getting off the elevator, we ran into a couple from our childbirth class. We excitedly greeted each other and she asked if we were "checking in" to the hospital to have the baby. After telling her no, I said, "You've got to be getting close though!" She smiled and laughed uncomfortably and said, "Ummmmm....I've already had him. He's in the NICU." I was so embarrassed. She still looked very pregnant! As I learned myself a few weeks later, your tummy doesn't go back to it's pre-pregnant state.....for a LOOOONNNNGG time, if ever! Now I'm the proud Mommy of 4 and I certainly know better than to open my mouth like that!

When my daughter was 4 or 5 and we were at the company picnic someone asked her what her favorite song was. She burst out singing loudly for all to hear, "Up against the wall, you redneck mother...."

I quickly shoved a spoon of her desert into her mouth. There were titters all around, but at least she didn't go further into the song.
Perle

Our oldest child has always been obsessed with what adults do once she retires for the evening. When she was around 4, we were downstairs one morning when she saw a DVD cover for 24.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“An adult movie,” I stupidly said.

“You watch this when I sleep?”

“Yes.”

Later that day I'm checking out avocados at the grocery store, when she announces out of the blue, loudly, “When I have kids and they’re in bed, I’m going to watch lots of adult movies, too.”

It happened to be senior citizen discount day.
Try to imagine the expression on the sweet, old lady’s face behind us.

I was scandalized in the produce aisle.

Kate Wicker

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I was a new mommy and my baby was 2 weeks old. We were in line to see Santa for my baby boy's first Christmas. My husband and I were standing in a cramped line with 412 others. Once we were close enough to actually see Santa, I commented to my husband, "Man, he really looks like Santa" to which the mother in front of me with gritted teeth replied, "That's because he IS Santa". Very awkward to say the least.

Four kids over thirty three years. I have so many examples I could go on for hours. I used to say "Do you kids lie awake at night thinking of new ways to humiliate me?!?" As they got older they would always reply "Yes!" with a big grin. Such wise guys.

I think this is the one I found truly the most embarrassing.

My younger son was about seven and we had been to visit parents, who always gave each of the kids a $5 bill when we left. It was a Saturday and on the way home I said to my husband, let’s get a bottle of wine to go with dinner. We pull up to the store and find neither of us have any cash. This was in the days before ATM cards. So I said to James, let Mommy borrow your $5 and we’ll get something nice tomorrow.

The next morning we went to the children’s Mass, which meant the children all went up to the altar after the Gospel and our Pastor would discuss it with them. The gospel that day was about the widow who searches her house for a lost coin. So our Pastor says to the kids as an opening “Have any of you ever had money of your own?” And my James at the top of his voice says “I had $5 but my mom took it to buy liquor.”

Everyone in the church was just about dying laughing. I was just about dying from mortification.

Marie

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No offense, but Lucy's mother sounds like an idiot. Who does that?!?! Didn't she know you would have a heart attack when you found the child gone?!?! You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. What a horrible thing to do to you!!

Marie

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Oh dear... that would have to be the time my then 2-year-old was having a Super Tantrum and I made a stupid lapse in judgment and my then month-old daughter rolled off the curb in the stroller and fell over. She was in her car seat! She is fine! I was not fine, like I needed all the judgy looks from the passers-by.

When my daughter was in first grade I would send she and my husband each a bag lunch to school/work. One day the principal called me and said, "Please send in money for Brittany's lunch tomorrow. Since she only had 2 desserts today we bought her lunch."

I had sent my husband 2 sandwiches!

Nancy

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My children are all grown. I am, in fact, a Grandmother of 8, soon to be 9. When my middle son was about 4 years old (over 26 years ago!)I had taken the children to the grocery store with me. As is the case, even today, the inevitable, "I have to go potty!" came screeching from his lips. I was in a huge hurry to finish so I walked him to the base of the stairs the led up to the men's room. I watched him walk up the stairs and told him to go straight in, do not talk to anyone and just go to the bathroom. I was going to do what shopping I could in the aisle closest to the stairway. (I know--you are all fainting right now at the very thought that I sent a 4 year old to the bathroom alone--it was 26 years ago. We didn't worry AS MUCH in those days.) Suddenly I heard a BLOOD CURDLEING scream. I rushed to the bottom of the stairs, frozen. It was at that very moment that I realized the danger I put my son in. I screamed to him, "What's wrong, what's happened?". He just started to cry. By now, my screams, and his, had drawn a crowd. I was still frozen in absolute terror and could not move. I screamed to him, one last time. Through his sobs I heard him say(as all concerned spectators did, too, I'm sure)"I had to fanny burp (pass gas) and I pooped my pants instead!" I didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. I do know that all I could do was gather him up, leave my groceries behind and take him home. I was soooo embarrassed. What a terrible Mother I was.

My most embarrassing moment would have to be when my (then) six month old poo'ed rivers through all of his clothing at a *very* high end shopping mall.

I didn't have the diaper bag with me and no spare diapers in my purse. Fortunately I did have a front pack carrier, so I hosed him down in the bathroom and then stuffed the bottom of the carrier with paper towels and put him in there nekkid as a jaybird.

April

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I told my kids to keep their socks & shoes on in my sister in laws house beccause she is not the best housekeeper. When we were over one day she said we can take off our shoes but my daughter told her I said not to because her floors were so filthy! I almost died. Not great parenting!

About a year after we moved from Maryland to Arizona, my husband and I gave my parents their first grandchild. Still living in Maryland, they begged me to bring my son and stay for a while, about 2 weeks. He was a few months old and I was exclusively breastfeeding. The on-demand supply couldn't have been better for the direct, non-stop flight from Phoenix to Baltimore. I thought I had everything put away nicely, appropriately padded and such, and was pretty excited when I thought I had pulled the 4 and 1/2 hour flight off without any issues. But, alas, my plans were foiled when I got up from my seat in Baltimore only to realize I had leaked breastmilk all over the front of me. My nursing bra was soaked, nursing pad was saturated, and the entire right side of my shirt was wet. No denying it either. I had to walk through the airport, with my son and all our stuff, before I could change my shirt.

About a year after we moved from Maryland to Arizona, my husband and I gave my parents their first grandchild. Still living in Maryland, they begged me to bring my son and stay for a while, about 2 weeks. He was a few months old and I was exclusively breastfeeding. The on-demand supply couldn't have been better for the direct, non-stop flight from Phoenix to Baltimore. I thought I had everything put away nicely, appropriately padded and such, and was pretty excited when I thought I had pulled the 4 and 1/2 hour flight off without any issues. But, alas, my plans were foiled when I got up from my seat in Baltimore only to realize I had leaked breastmilk all over the front of me. My nursing bra was soaked, nursing pad was saturated, and the entire right side of my shirt was wet. No denying it either. I had to walk through the airport, with my son and all our stuff, before I could change my shirt.

When my two children were young, my son was 2 and my daughter was 4 1/2, they bathed together to save water, time and energy. One day, after an especially long day at the ocean, I was getting them both ready for their bath. I had undressed my exhausted son and he was waiting behind me in the bathroom. I was working on getting my daughter's bathing suit off and some extra sand. She then climbed in the warm tub. I turned to my 2 year old and told him to get in the tub too. He was so tired, he turned a half circle and stepped right into the toilet!!! And didn't realize it!!! I felt terrible because I couldn't stop laughing, as he stood, half asleep, in the clean toilet bowl! My husband walked in and was mortified that I was simply laughing at my son and not putting him in the tub!!! Bad mommy day!!!