Living in the Ghetto

Reason #987 I love our neighbourhood.
While driving down our road today-

Liv- " Mom, does S-H-I-T spell dog bone?"

Me- "Uh, no. Why?! Where did you see that?"

Liv- "On the car we just drove past. It said S-H-I-T, and then there was a dog bone drawn beside it"

I had do drive back around the block, to find out that was most definitely was NOT a dog bone. If I get a preschool drawing home with that kind of "dog bone" on it, I am burning down that neighbours car.

Jiggly Bits

I'm thinking it might be time for Liv to change in the stalls at swimming.

There is no way to recover from, "Whoa Mom, that lady's bum jiggles more than yours!".

Shoot me.

Proud.

I love Cody, I really do.

But it's days like today, when my two year old uses phrases like "hardcore!" , and "Mommy! Fistpump!", that I wonder if I truly picked the right man to reproduce with.

#1 Mom

Some days I feel really good about myself. Like I might really be catching on to this parenting thing.
Then I walk around the corner, and find Pierce drinking from a puddle.