Second Son’s wild afro at it’s max height a couple of years ago. In this picture, it stands 6″ tall, and if we stretched the hair out, it measured 10″ all the way around. And yes, to find out, we stuck a ruler in it, just like you would to measure how much snow is on the ground. LOL His hair is still long, but he doesn’t wear it like...

One of Second Son’s classes this semester is Parent and Child Development, and one of the major components of his grade in that class is 48 hours as the daddy of a newborn baby. While this baby looks like an ordinary babydoll – don’t be fooled. The only thing this baby doesn’t do is move on it’s own. It’s programmed to cry, fuss,...

Thirteen Things That Bug Me My single gray eyelash That I can clean a room and 10 minutes after the kids are in it, you can’t tell I did anything My bed not being made (don’t fall out of your chair on that one, Mom, but it’s true!) People who say one thing and do another My chin hairs…or how ’bout the fact that I have them in the first...

This is pushing the limits of Wordless Wednesday, just a tad, but have a laugh on (or at) me, anyway.

That even sounds bad, doesn’t it? Well, let me assure you - it IS bad. Not fun, either. But it’s how I spent my weekend. You? Everything started off ok…we (PDD and I and her friend) went to Second Son’s football game Friday night. Oh! I almost forgot! We were on the news, the 3 of us! Yep - Hollywood’ll be calling next week, I’m sure. (As much as I’m sure you want to get to the details of my dysentery, let me soapbox a little about this experience. Just a little…I promise.)

Tonight marks the official beginning of the football season for Second Son and the EC Cardinals. (He's in the 4th row from the top, 3rd from the right - click through to see the team picture.)

Ok, I feel I must warn you this post is probably going to be one of the more truly "unedited" posts of the year here. But, I believe everything happens as it does for a reason, so in keeping with the email Baby Sis sent which I share with you on the last post, I will attempt to be kinder than necessary...even if I don't want to. I will try.

BabySis forwarded an email to me this evening, and it struck a nerve. Enough that I want to pass it on, too...

Today is Oldest Son’s 21st birthday. He’s officially “grown” now. One down, two to go. It was not Labor Day the year he was born, but I find it rather fitting that it’s Labor Day this year, because mothering him is much more a labor of love today than it was back then. So it goes, I’m told, by those whose babies are grown now....