Yay, England! Yay, good month. You totally deserve it.
So, man, band rehearsal was really good tonight. But the dude whose band it is brought this chick (who was totally awesome, no problem there) and I was all, wait, that's not the same chick as the one who came over to dinner that one time, right? Millennial dating life, man. I'm glad I'm not doing it.
Consuela, you've had lots of bumps on the journey in the last while, so a good month is well deserved.
Parenting is hard, but so is being parented. And having a Grace means never really hoping for As, or sports, or much of any outward show of success, except for having a lovely kid with a sometimes lovely personality.
Though frankly, I see shades of her 13 year-old-ness ascending and I predict that I will be infuriated by her soon enough. Wednesday she was so angry with me for telling her to go play with her brother, she slammed the screen door hard enough to knock two of the three screws off of the frame that holds the door in place.
SOmeone from work just posted this above a cute dog and toddler video on Facebook
And again, never really felt the closeness with dogs parse, but you just have to love this!
Does she mean "per se"?
That one could easily be autocorrect.
I blame Rick for making my ovaries explode.
Yes! Blame Rick and his life-giving powers!
I keep reading it as dog parks!
Glad for your good month, Consuela, and a little jealous of your trip to England, even though I'm going to London myself in three months...
omg I've only got 3 months to get in shape
Wednesday she was so angry with me for telling her to go play with her brother, she slammed the screen door hard enough to knock two of the three screws off of the frame that holds the door in place.
On one hand, that's infuriating, kids breaking shit. On the other hand, Grace being strong enough to slam a door that hard made me tear up a little.
Way back when, when Grace was new, I had a dream about her. I was in a big empty building, like a warehouse but with concrete berms and stairs all around, and in the distance was teenage Grace, standing there with a pink pixie haircut, grinning at me as if to say, I made it, I'm fine. It stuck in my mind because I don't normally dream about people's kids. So if rebellious teenage Grace ever dyes her hair pink, I'm a prophet.