1. I wanted a place to sort of archive some of this stuff, you know, in case of fire or, in case something gets... thrown away (like that ever happens).
2. I really think this stuff is interesting and, frankly I laugh out loud at some of the absurdities around this house.
3. My kids are cute and smart and clever and... witty and insouciant and precocious and... well you get it.
4. I thought it might force me to write a few hundred words a day, think about my life, which it has.
5. "thestupidassshitmykidsdo" was taken and, honestly, it doesn't have the tone I was going for.
Of course then the whole thing exploded in my head (as thoughts are apt to do in my hyper mind) why do we do this, we parents, we teachers, we shapers of the ones to come, we "big guys?"
And then I remembered this:
And I remembered this:
Happy, ain't it?
There are two observations here; I don't count for diddly and, that's why we do it. That's why we work so hard and love so completely; why we sacrifice so much, why we cherish so very, very deeply. You know what I mean don't you?
I hope I don't come off as disrespectful to them in any way, that's been an axiom for me from the start: respect your kids. I hope I don't embarrass them, well, too much, to like necessitate therapy or anything. Nor do I wish to reveal to much about them or my family, but, that is a line I have yet to determine.
But I will, and do, and shall always, cherish them too much. That what we "big guys" do.
From Marci's '...things you don't expect to hear from the backseat...'
"Officer Dan just arrested Chef for not having a lobster license."
Typical chef, but Officer Dan has always been a hardass.
Beautiful. I love what you are doing with your blog.
ReplyDeleteYour cousin, Lynn