The Human Tape Recorder was wired up with braces today, inaugurating a process that I’m sure will result in wonderfully straight teeth, happy smiles, and a bill higher than the defense budget of several developing countries.
By lunch, I mean “the entire caloric intake of an extended family of 20 in most of the developing world.” Dandelion Deb is serious about her passions, one of which is trying to eat Organic: “Have you fertilized your lawn this year?” That answer being Not Yet, I went with her to hand-select and pick the sweetest, juiciest dandelions from the yard.
How do you sweat in just that one spot in the middle of the bed?
The weekend started the way a good weekend should start, which is to say on a Wednesday.
I don’t try to make the kids be how I want them to be. I try to let them be the best person they can be. They only get one shot at their life. It should be theirs to live for themselves, not to live for what I want. If I don’t have expectations about how they will be, I’ll never be disappointed that they didn’t turn out that way. That’ll just leave me more time to love them for themselves, which is what a parent should do.