A insightful look into mothering children, surviving children, and a woman's life in general. Written by an in the trenches mother of three who's simply trying to dodge shrapnel and raise three fairly well adjusted human beings. Put on your flack jackets and enter the fray.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
That's my boy!
The Man taking the heathens (yes, all three) for flu shots.
Child two and child three down.
Bug takes off running down teh hall.
Yells: "You won't get me, copper!"
Okay maybe it was more like: "I'm not getting a darn shot, this is your doctor dad not mine!"