I may have mentioned a conference I attended a while ago called BlogHer and how I stopped drinking for 2 minutes to hit the head at one point and then returned to find that the doll a mom blogger with sons had given me was stolen out from under my BowlHer pictures and name tag.
Well, [...]
Maddie calls her private parts her “bottom.” I’m not sure how this practice began. I certainly don’t talk to her about her female parts–that’s her mommy’s job. Like disciplining her, cooking for her, clothing her, and telling her “no.”
Tonight when I got home from work and walked upstairs to take over at bath time, Maddie [...]
I’m worried my little girl wants to be stripper. Every day, I crawl across 9 miles of middle fingers and ineptitude (usually 45-60 minutes), pull into the garage, carry my laptop and “homework” upstairs, open the door, and walk in to find bare girl parts.
Sometimes, they’re complemented with the feather boa I got at BlogHer. [...]
Tonight after bath time, I suggested that I make up a story instead of relying on the same old shit about large red dogs, princesses, queens who don’t march in Pride, or brown bears with white girl intruders. Maddie agreed.
I told a story about our dog Winnie and her secret identity as a caped doggy [...]
On the way home from church today, this came from the back seat:
Maddie: Daddy, I want pancakes.
Me: Okay, we’ll have pancakes.
Maddie: And, then, let’s go to outer space for lunch!
Me: That sounds wonderful. Do you have a helmet?
Maddie: I do. And, a space suit.
Me: What’s your space suit for?
Maddie: Protecting me from space, Daddy!
Me: Ah, [...]
