It has been really quiet around here this week, accounting for my lack of blogginess. I took my sweet, little baby boy for his first haircut. I cried. A lot. In a matter of minutes, he transformed before my eyes from a chubby, silken haired cherub into a scruffy, ruff -n -tumble toddler. His eyes look bigger, but his chipmunky cheeks seem smaller. It is just the first of many rites of passage in his little life. Two days later, we took away his bottle. Before I know it, he will be asking for the keys to my car, (hopefully by then, it will be my really expensive, hot ass car) and he will stay out past his curfew and come home half drunk. I won't be too upset, because his older sister will have already broken me down.
She is 5. Not a month ago, she tried on her new blue butterfly bikini and proclaimed "I am so glad I got this new bikini, now all the boys will love me." Oh my. Am i in for it or what??
My parents would say that I am paying for my raising. But that would be very untrue. I was very well behaved. Yes, I was a smart ass, but really didn't do many things wrong.
Well, that they caught me at anyway. As far as they know, I was very well behaved. I think my sneakiness and my experiences will help me to see through my childrens "Its just going to be me and the girls" or "we are just going to hang out at Jeff's house" HA!! I will be getting in my (hot ass) car, and following them with binoculars.
Or maybe not.
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