thinks the weather lately is a little fishy. from Facebook
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Sunday, March 12, 2017
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Words to Remember
told me that she wants to be a music teacher when she grows up (when she's 16) and live in Paris. #goals from Facebook
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Monday, March 6, 2017
Words to Remember
is having a pickle relish sandwich, with cheese and turkey on the side. from Facebook
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Friday, March 3, 2017
Words to Remember
When was born, I had this sense over and over again that she was my tiny zen master, here to teach me lessons. Well, I'm preparing for another one of those lessons today.... I will not be attached to the outcome of our shoe shopping trip today. It does not matter if she tries on 80 pairs of shoes and doesn't like any of them. It does not matter if she says the shoes are simultaneously "too big" and "pinchy". It does not matter if the shoes are super freaking adorable but she doesn't like them. It does not matter if the only shoes she ends up liking are the exact same size as the ones she says are getting too small. I am sending loving kindness towards myself and my daughter's ridiculous preconceived notions about shoes and feet. Om shanti. from Facebook
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Sunday, March 23, 2014
Words to Remember
Dev: I want a treat.
Brandon: Well, I want a pony.
(Dev disappears, comes back a moment later with a My Little Pony)
Dev: Here you go, Dad.
Brandon: ...Well... Crap.
At dinner the other night:
Dev: Can I try that?
Me: No, that's a grown up drink. (beer) You can't have any until you're 21.
Dev: But whyyyyyyyyy?
Me: Well, maybe if you're 18 and you want to drink at home instead of going to a skeezy party, we'll talk.
Dev: (Giving me a very skeptical look.) That's not going to work.
At least she's honest!
On my birthday:
Dev: Good morning mama! Happy birthday! Don't get stuck in your birthday cake!
Girl knows me too well...
Brandon: Well, I want a pony.
(Dev disappears, comes back a moment later with a My Little Pony)
Dev: Here you go, Dad.
Brandon: ...Well... Crap.
Dev: Can I try that?
Me: No, that's a grown up drink. (beer) You can't have any until you're 21.
Dev: But whyyyyyyyyy?
Me: Well, maybe if you're 18 and you want to drink at home instead of going to a skeezy party, we'll talk.
Dev: (Giving me a very skeptical look.) That's not going to work.
At least she's honest!
On my birthday:
Dev: Good morning mama! Happy birthday! Don't get stuck in your birthday cake!
Girl knows me too well...
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