My 4 year old blond angelic looking daughter told her visiting grandparent’s to, “Bite my shiny metal ass.” Bless her.
The tire swing is the time to plop your bottom down and chill, stare up at the sky and watch the clouds pass by.
It’s one of the scariest — and most disrespectful — trends I’ve seen over the last three or four years, and now that it is hitting home, I felt the need to address it.
I wouldn’t say I was an extreme girly girl before having two children, but I would say that I at least enjoyed wearing make-up, dressing up, and putting some jewelry on. Now I feel like I will have to take some kind of make-up application course after my boys are grown.
It’s completely obvious that if you’re a man working at a daycare center or a school, you’re in it to finger a minor.
It seems lately I have become the voice for my friends without children.
As he grew, so did his defiance.
Maybe it’s the most basic kind of love. A love that says, “I will do anything for you. Including cleaning up your vomit in the middle of the night.”
As your arrival into this world got closer, I began making my rounds. I got together with aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, and anyone else I could think of to reminisce about all the fun times.
My son was on the edge of his seat during each one of these scenes.