Blackmail in the Making

As a mom, I have certain responsibilities.

 It's my job to carry the baby in my belly, take my daughter to the ladies room any and every.single.time she wants to go, make sure her favorite purple shirt is clean should she want to wear it every day after school, fix the little one's hair each morning, pack the lunches, etc., etc., etc.

Well, one of my super important responsibilities is to be supplied with adequate blackmail material for when my girls get older. You read correctly-- I said blackmail. It's tradition, folks. If she ever expects to date later in life, then she has to do things now that will embarrass her later. Please tell me it was like this at your house. Please say I'm not the only one whose mom seems to hoard not-so-flattering pictures and even less flattering photos. You too? Good. Thanks for making me not feel so alone in the embarrassment department.

Well, the hoarding has begun....in fact, I'd say I've got her first three dates or so covered.

Here's what I've got to work with so far:

This one's not so bad. It'll be a nice place to start.

What? You've never seen a semi-naked baby hunt Easter eggs????

I'm sure you can't imagine why Lib may not like this picture later in life...she certainly can't. She told me this is how she wants to look for her wedding. 'Nuf said.

We'll call this, "Baby has no balance."

This is how she spent Christmas morning. Seriously. She ran down the batteries in that one sitting.

And she drinks straight from the ocean. All that brushing may come in handy after all.

And she fully believes she's THE Taylor Swift.

At least I don't have to worry about her dating TOO much if this is an example of her table manners, right?

And she's not high maintenance. Nope. Not one bit.

BUT, she IS proof that it's not a party until someone shows her panties....at the Elmo concert.

Good thing she's so darn cute, right?