I somehow never envisioned this day.

Well, I did, but far off in some misty, distant future, nebulous and untouchable in the land of Someday. Because in my mind's eye, last week, my daughter was two and lurching around the living room with a very large dog and three attendant cats, chocolate smeared around her mouth from the chocolate chip ( Read more... )

My daughter is at her prom tonight.

And I am not freaking out. Really. I'm not. TOTALLY not.

We spent about four hours at the salon, so we could turn this...


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Add this to the file of Things I Am Not Ready For:

*ahem*

The Impossible Son... has fuzz on his upper lip.

*flail flail flail*

No, it's not cat hair, it's not chocolate syrup on his upper lip... it's hair. Stiff little hairs.

*meep!I'd noticed this a few weeks ago, actually, but tucked it away neatly in my Denial Drawer. Nice big roomy thing ( Read more... )

I had a rather... interesting... experience with the Impertinent Daughter this evening. And it's all because of thanfictionNow, I need to set this up first. The Impertinent One is twelve, and will be thirteen in a few months ( Read more... )