Last night my sitter stayed up late polishing my Mother of the year trophy.
Why you might ask? Oh, instead of taking my son's prepared bottles, I accidentally grabbed the two with extra milk. No nipples, no straws. Five ounces of milk - he usually has 12. Ugh. Thankfully he does a great job of eating real food and did very well.
Not to mention, he did his typical head-banging against the wall while getting dressed. So hard that he knocked a picture frame off the other side.
I'm currently working on my acceptance speech :)