You Know You're A Redneck Family When...

This past week, a dear friend became a mom very suddenly for the fourth time and because she's a self-described redneck (I think she can wrestle bears y'all), there is a shower going on in her honour that includes some the best redneck-themed prizes ever.  Because what's a shower without prizes like a wooden sex toys (I KID YOU NOT)?  Someone's Uncle Billy-Bob whittled it from a stick he found by the outhouse and now it could be yours - see all the details over at Playdate.

Anyhow, the theme of the shower is:

So I knew that I was a redneck mommy when I considered buying brand name mac n' cheese as being all fancy-like, y'all.

Gigi - Three Months & Already a Redneck

I also knew I was a redneck mommy when I discovered that the mouth on my child could make a sailor blush.  Oh and she was the first one in nursery school to refuse a teacher's request with the words "screw that".  Okay, that last one actually hasn't happened to yet but I'm waiting for the day.

Also, I knew I was a redneck mommy when all our baby toys consisted of random objects found around the house.  I figure as long as it doesn't pose a choking hazard, does the baby really care?  I didn't think so.

And the total confirmation was when my Mother's Day bouquet was displayed in the only vase in the house - a large beer bottle that wasn't used for target practice because it's considered "fancy" beer.  Okay, so this was the Valentine's Day flowers but still, you get the idea.

Anyhow, my child doesn't really swear that much, and I don't own a rifle anymore, but I think it's fair to say that I still consider myself a little bit redneck.  And if I'm anything like the official Redneck Mommy, well than I know I'm doing my job right.