Ultra Mom

(Imagine the theme from old Batman playing in the background: duh nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh, BATMAN! Except insert Ultra Mom instead of Batman. This is my blog. He gets enough press. Damn Heath Ledger.)

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a tropical fish? No, it's Ultra Mom! (That is the name I would have picked, but The Hero Factory seemed to think I was more the mysterious Lasered Whiplash type.) So here is my super hero alter image. They got the boobs right, but the abs? Not so much. There have been days lately that I have wished for a laser whip to tame my savage beasties!

Every super heroine needs a super spouse, so here is T in his super hero guise. Actually, he is built pretty much like that. But short. But still hot!

Together we are hard as diamonds! Doling out reasonable consequences to unreasonable pre-schoolers! Able to thwart a tantrum with a single laser look! Changing diapers in a flash (without getting poojinked!)! Letting the dogs out! Wha..., huh? I guess even a super hero's dog has to pee.

Thanks to Lisa from Oh Boy, Oh Boy, Oh Boy for sharing the fun!


  1. Cool! I'll have to play around with that program sometime!

  2. That was so funny! I'm gonna have to try it one day soon. Thanks for stopping by my blog the other day. Yours looks really fun!

  3. Hi.
    Just passing through via MBC.
    Have a great day!

  4. How fun. I think I will have to try this.

  5. That is such fun. My super powers would have to generate from my ability to get my kids to school (even though it's a straight shot) half asleep and on time. Setting the bar low on a Monday! :)

    Go Lasered Whiplash AKA Ultra Mom!


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