Monday, February 18, 2008

Guitar Hero is Satan's Tool

I always knew that I wanted to be a mom. When I was a little girl, I would dress my cat in doll clothes and parade her around the block in a buggy (side note: best cat ever). I played with more than my fair share of dolls and, when I was older, I was gainfully employed as a babysitter on most weekends.

So, it comes as no surprise that I love being a parent to my son and daughter. In fact, the only surprise comes from how much I adore the little adults that they are becoming; the baby stages being what I had always thought I would love (and miss) the most.

My daughter is the best and worst of me; she is emotional and sensitive and sweet. She also has a wicked sense of witticism as evidenced this weekend when we had the misfortune of coming upon a man changing a tire as we were driving to Neighboring City. The man had, how can I put this delicately, a slight plumber butt issue to which The Girl reacted by gagging most dramatically before sing-songing “Crack kills!”

So my daughter.

Of course, she also gets a lot of her personality traits from her father.




God bless her.


As an aside; if I have to listen to "School's Out For Summer" one more time, I might re-evaluate how much I love this parenting thing.

And, you know, my marriage.

1 comment:

Jen said...

Guitar Hero would be the death of my children, which is why it ain't here...yet.
C'mon by, you've been tagged! : )