Totally unexpected
As part of the nighttime ritual, we do mysteries and songs. The mysteries include:
Embrace the beautiful chaos.
Welcome to The Unfiltered Mama, where we laugh through the sleepless nights, long days, sticky floors, and endless 'MOM!' calls. This isn't your average parenting blog; it's a comedic take on the real, raw, and often ridiculous journey of motherhood. My goal is to provide some comical relief to other moms out there and also make sure all moms know they are not alone.
She ate what?
The other day I pulled out what appeared to be part of a lady bug from baby Riley's mouth. I am not quite sure where the rest of the bug went as it was just the red part of the bug, which through my quick reseach I learned is called the elytra, and those are hardened front wings that act as a protective shell for the delicate, functional flight wings underneath.
Wild card
Mason, our four year, is our Charlie Day. He is our wildcard. He says and does the most random, funny, amazing things and we never know what will happen next. Here are a few examples from this past week.
The Strangest Nightly Ritual
I don't quite understand what led to the nightly ritual of putting Riley to sleep but it is working. I take her in her room and sit in the rocking chair and I feed her. Some days she will drink for 20 minutes and others it feels like an eternity. When I stand up to put her in her bed she almost always wakes up and cries. I have to leave the room or she will try to cling onto me and not let go. As soon and Sam sees me come out he knows it's his turn to go in and console her. When he picks her up she twists her body and points to her bed. He then sets her down and she falls asleep.It's fun to see each kid's unique quirks and personalities develop.
The Sound Of My Sanity Leaving the House
If you’ve ever wondered what it sounds like inside a blender filled with kazoos, squeaky toys, and some toy that keeps beeping, welcome to my living room.
Swimsuit Weather
How to tell someone you are from Wisconsin without telling them you are from Wisconsin.....
You're Fired
The other day, I found myself humorously fired from one of my primary roles as a parent: walking my four-year-old son to class. Yes, you heard that right! We were leaving my room and Mason very bluntly states "Mom, I can walk by myself now. I don’t need you." I felt a mix of pride and disbelief—was this the same kid who at the start of the year needed me to give him repeated hugs in order to fill his bank with mom love for the day? Suddenly, I was being dismissed and I felt unneeded. I stood there, chuckling, both flattered and slightly heartbroken. He really dug the knife in when I offered him a hug and his response was, "No, I don't need one" and then smiled and started walking down the hallway. I guess he is truly starting to become a big kid.
Going in public is a field trip
Going out with four kids eight years and under shifts the experience from coordinated maneuver to controlled chaos. At these ages, you aren't just managing personalities; you are managing a collective lack of impulse control and varying levels of physical stamina.
Kryptonite
My families biggest day to day challenge seems to be closing doors, and not pantry or cabinet doors like the door through the garage and car doors. My husband and I just have to shout out "DOOR" when anyone leaves the house or when we unload the car at a store
Joint Performance Review: The Sibling Syndicate
Employees: The Supreme Snack Providers & The Rule enforcers (AKA Mom and Dad)
Weirdest Injury
In my 35 years of life, I have accidentally injured myself many times. This one probably wins the award for most peculiar injury however...
"Turn me into a pickle"
Our kids love drawing pictures and then us having AI turn them into cartoon characters. It is really fun to see how excited they get to see their drawings transform into something else. A few weeks, my son told me "Mom look, I am a pickle" when he pulled his shirt over the top of his head. We decided we needed to actually transform him into a pickle so AI helped us do that and the result was perfect.
Our unfiltered story
The Unfiltered Mama began with a mission: to create a space where moms can find humor and solidarity in the everyday struggles of parenting. We believe in authenticity, connection, and a good dose of laughter. You're invited to join our perfectly imperfect journey