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,...

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.)

PDD and Second Son had been watching a scary movie, but ended up watching the inside of their eyelids.

Almost 21 years ago (8 days shy of 21 years ago, to be exact), I became a mother. Of course, I was going to be the best mom ever (weren't we all?!) and my children would listen, do what they were told without argument, understand that I knew what was best for them and thank me for being such a good mom. Yeah - well, one can dream, right? In the years since, I have fucked up just about every way imaginable when it comes to mothering. Big mistakes, little mistakes and all sizes of mistakes in between. And the hell of it is, I'm STILL fucking up on a regular basis. But, I'm ok with my fuck ups, and here's why:

This photo was taken by my camera, yes, but not by me. Second Son went to Ireland, Wales, England, France, Belgium and the Netherlands last summer and this is one of the photos he took in Ireland. So, it’s a photo taken by...

When we returned home late Sunday evening, awaiting us was a voice mail from the Ex-Girlfriend that went exactly like this, in a squeaky, tear-filled voice: Hi. I just wanted to let (Oldest Son) know that I didn’t have the baby yesterday. Tell him he doesn’t have to worry about the baby anymore – I lost it. They did a needlepoint and I guess now...

So, ok, we’ve got Oldest Son going to work everyday at the job he got immediately after moving home. He and Second Daughter are talking and texting back and forth day and night, like they have to cram the missing years into just a few days. The Ex-Girlfriend is calling jumping all over Oldest Son’s buttons, trying everything she can think of –...

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