I’m off to the Brady Tennis Camp tomorrow. Before I leave there is a three page spreadsheet about various activities I’ve planned for the kids; basketball, playdates, birthday parties and a few rules. You know my mom was an elementary school teacher for 30 years. I’m sure she needs my notes. (to be fair, it
7 years. 267 cracked toenails. 1,900 eye patches. 2.252 nights spent with bunny rabbit. 2 surgeries. 3 ER visits and only one was Mommy’s fault. 2 years of school, both of them wonderful. 2 summers of camp. 2,282 goodnight kisses. Immeasurable love.
The LA Mommy Bloggers couldn’t wait for their formal launch party in September and someone who rhymes with SoCalMom (Yeah I get no privacy so either do you) suggested a less formal get together. Because I can’t hold my liquor and don’t want a DUI I’m a giver I volunteered my home. It dawned on
As I’m standing over my son, holding back tears and pulling the last (hopefully) nits out of his head I say to him, “Just be still Alexander, if we can get you 100% nit free you can go to camp tomorrow.” Like a cherub my little guy looked up at me, “Actually Mom, it’s a