this past weekend surely should win an award for most interesting conversations with my girls. i’m throwing no one under the bus, so the names will be withheld to protect the ” ohmygosh i can’t believe you put that on your blog mom. everyone will know that’s me” comments from rising up.
buckle up friends & allow me to fire a few your way.
which one of us do you think will get married first?
what’s ya’lls stance on inter-racial dating?
i can’t wait to have a baby. oh don’t worry. i’ll have a guy first. i mean i’ll get married first.
did i tell you so & so texted me and asked me to send him a picture of me in a bikini? yeah. so i sent him one from when i was a toddler.
did you sleep with dad before ya’ll were married?
mom clearly you’re way off on how big my boobs actually are because you keep buying me bras that are entirely too small. i mean really.
how long should you be engaged?
why do guys wear speedos? and are most guys proud or embarrassed to wear a speedo?
mom. tell me again about your tattoo.
sissy, maybe you’ll have big boobs one day.
mom. surely you know what the lyrics to that song are about. the song you’re singing. right mom?
i wonder who my bridesmaids will be.
mom. it’s not cool to dance to another car’s music while we’re sitting at a red light.
i think i want to backpack through europe when i graduate.
didn’t (_____)’s butt look so good in his fitted jcrew trousers?
aaaaand you wonder why i haven’t had time to blog.
parents of little ones. rest up & prepare to bring your Agame….in like the blink of an eye. because one day-like tomorrow practically- you’ll be driving along on a beautiful breezy summer afternoon ( minding your own business) enjoying zac brown & the child that you birthed, surely only yesterday, will ask you about your premarital sex life and you too will choke on your diet coke. prepare now my friends and stay strong. parents of teens, never ever let them see you sweat those questions…or choke on your diet coke. be smooth. i have faith in you.
this is my absolute favorite parenting stage. no for real. i remember the days when they all wore matching smocked dresses with monogrammed hairbows & red leather mary janes. everybody was lights-out by 8pm, tucked snugly in their beds after reading through madeline or playing with polly pockets and yes, i miss those days. i miss them terribly. but i lovelovelove this age. i love watching them become young adults. i love watching them make their own decisions and becoming strong in their own convictions. i only know what i know and yes i realize i haven’t dealt with any big bad rough & tough situations…..my girls aren’t walking on water & changing foreign policy either though. we’re just doing the best we can while days wizz by and trying to parent four very different young women and prepare to send them out…much before my heart will be ready. that’s for certain. & in the mean time, ill keep answering their questions.