Wait! Don't run! This post is not another bummeriffic downer of a weepfest or whatever. I'm totes back to embarrassing myself for fun!
Long- and semi-longtime readers now that I have been partnered with the American Cancer Society's More Birthdays campaign for quite awhile now. At this point, they pretty much say JUMP and I say HOW HIGH AND WOULD IT HELP IF I HIT MY HEAD ON SOMETHING ON THE WAY UP?
This time they asked me to sing.
Oh my God. You guys.
Yes, Noah is covering his ears the whole time. Yes, Ezra only knows the "YOU TOO, YOU TOO, YOU TOO" part. Yes, poor Baby Ike is flopping around helplessly like a loaf of Wonderbread because I clearly have never held an infant before in my life.
(This was Take One. Things devolved even further during Take Two, believe me.)
And yes, I am singing and five weeks postpartum and also the whole right side of my shirt is soaking wet because I got trapped outside in a torrential downpour about five minutes before filming this because I am no better at holding umbrellas than I am with babies.
Also: My hair. I know. I KNOW AND I AM SORRY.
But anyway, after you're done laughing at me (s'okay, I know I'm a total dorkball, I deserve it), I would like to encourage you to submit your own 30 Seconds Or So Of YouTubed Humiliation for the More Birthdays campaign and contest. And then you can be all, "HERE'S MY VIDEO" and I will laugh at you for a change. Or maybe I'll just kind of hate you and your beautiful singing voice and fabulous hair and Pillow-Pet-free bookshelves.
TOGETHER WE CAN OUT-DORK CANCER.