I've taken a special interest in remembering things since I've become a mother. I mean, having a largely unsocialized mini human running around is pretty freaking funny approximately 70% of the time. The other 30% of the experience seems to cause me to vacillate between complete horror and inescapable frustration.
I want to remember this kid thing, because I know I'll wish I could later. Plus, I want to be able to respond to 16 year old Payne's "I hate you!" with "Oh yeah? Well....well you used to pronounce the word horse more like hoe-uss! You sounded like a guido with a lisp!" (Is guido a slur? I hope not.) I'm already rubbing my hands together in anticipation of all of the future humiliation potential!
I don't think this will turn out into allll mom stuff though, because, you know, I have dogs too!
And for my finale, a photo of my boss!

(polishes fingernails on shirt)
Yeah, I should probably just classify this as a blog dedicated to my superior parenting skills.
Also, I should mention that any photo in focus was probably taken by my awesome photographer husband (all of his have the DCM watermark), who does a great job preserving the hilarity of raising a child. All of the crappy cell phone pictures are allll me! Oh yeah!
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