They are awesome. They are python and plastic and PERFECT for a Van Halen concert. And they are lucky. Not in a “get lucky” way but in an even better way. They are my Lucky Brush with a Rockstar Pants.”
Moment You Realize You Have Done Too Much For Your Kids…
I could make a tiered red velvet cake at his age, alone. I remember my mom handing me the keys to her Mazda when I was eleven and her saying, “Go get some bread and milk.” And I did. Doesn’t mean that it was right, but I could do it. He genuinely could not get his shoes laced up. He was mad and he was mad at me for not doing it for him.
Why I will never be “Freshly Pressed”
Why I Will Never be Freshly Pressed 1. I didn’t put TEN REASONS why I will never be “Freshly Pressed” as my title. Everyone knows you need a numbered list. 2. I usually have a picture of children being rotten in my posts. The pictures are also of poor quality because I am snapping it with a phone while […]
Child Is Missing. The Store is Eating Kids Again.
I have never “lost” a child when we are out and about. I know it can happen easily and I also know we have been fortunate with three boys and twins to boot. it is common knowledge, to parents of twins, that they only run in opposite directions. If you ever see a set of toddler twins with their ankles tied together, don’t judge. I knew our youngest wasn’t really, “MISSING!”
I may be on the no chaperone list after this field trip.
Renaissance festivals are bawdy by nature and the costumes are made for every size and shape. It is a very “one size fits all” costume assortment. This woman was dressed like a peasant in a long brown dress with a large elastic boat neck and elastic waist. This woman was on the larger end, (I have to say it now so you understand later) she was the largest end of the peasant dress. While this boy and I were bee lining it to the porta-potties we were also walking directly towards the bottom of the wagon stoop steps as the peasant lady decides to venture off the wagon and takes one step down and the back of her dress catches.
I may be on the “No Chaperone” list after this field trip.