My middlest turns seven today.
Chip Chip Hooray!
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|I think this was a few weeks before we were engaged. Approx. January 2001. California.|
|April 24, 2011. Virginia.|
|Princess Sparkley asked why Jed and I ever match them. So we tried this year.|
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I don't care how popular Lil' Wayne is, my son knows I would break both of his legs long before I would allow him to walk out of the house with his pants falling off his butt. Such a stance doesn't always makes me popular -- and the house does get tense from time to time -- but I'm his father, not his friend.
Friends bow to peer pressure. Parents say, "No, and that's the end of it."
The way I see it, my son can go to therapy later if my strict rules have scarred him. But I have peace knowing he'll be able to afford therapy as an adult because I didn't allow him to wear or do whatever he wanted as a kid.
|The cousins, hanging out on the Robert E. Lee Monument waiting to cheer the racers.|
|Cheering for Grandpa (in blue)|