(It’s funny because it’s true.)
Handled the kids, the cooking, and the cleaning to give my husband some downtime for Father’s Day. I am now realizing that pretty much every day is Father’s Day around here.
Me: Josh, your aunt thinks you look like LeBron James. Daddy’s watching him on TV, so go see if he can point him out.
Josh: Daddy, Mommy says you need to show me Little Brown James.
#basketballparentingfail
Most of the time I don’t think about the fact that my kids are different ethnicities. And then my bio baby starts jamming along to a Dave Matthew’s Band song playing in the grocery store as though it is tapping into the rhythm of his soul and I am reminded that he is obviously white- both in his musical tastes and his dancing ability.
“The Lion King” as subtitled by my 18 moth-old:
“Bird! Bird! Dog. PUPPY! PUPPY! Bird. DOG!!” (repeat for approximately 88 minutes)
Dear Phineas and Ferb,
Thanks for making this round of summer colds and fevers survivable. For all of us.
Sincerely,
A Thankful (and feverish) Mom
#heywheresperry
(watching 101 Dalmatians)
Danny: That grandma a bad guy woman?
Me: Um. . . yes.
Daughter: She poopey, Mommy.
Live action “101 Dalmatians” = “Home Alone” with dogs
Danny: Mommy, you know that naughty boy sneak the snacks? (hangs head) It me.
Score one for conscience