
My two favorite kids, with a warm sepia-ish glow provided by my crappy camera phone. You gotta love that. Shortly after this picture was taken, he got too much attention, she got jealous, hit his hand, he cried, daddy yelled, everybody got a timeout, and I drove one more nail into the coffin of the myth that I am "nothing like my father". I just am. It makes me crazy.....because I said so.
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you're back i see!
well I'm nothing like my mom. SHe wasn't a screamer - and I am. It's terribly depressing to realize that you are actually turning out WORSE than your parents. LOL
You know, we feel like that too a lot fo the time, but in the end, you'll improve on some things, do worse on others, and your kids will survive. No doubt it feels crappy sometimes though. Never fear.
Not to worry; I am (or do) ALL of the things I laughed at my dad for doing and the only consolation is that my older brother did and was the same stuff before I did. Actually it's a good thing 8+)
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