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I put her backpack on her back and sent her towards the door for school.

She was beaming, ready for another day.

Not one question about why I was sending her out the front door in JUST her socks, underwear and panties and not a stitch of clothing.  Just her backpack and that beautiful brown skin.  Nude…with a back pack.

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I am raising a spicy little three-nager.

I love her to the stars.  She is smart…too smart.  She is hilarious.  And she is hard to discipline because of that equation.

The other night she threw a toy up and it hit something on the wall almost causing it to break.  I looked at her and asked her to not throw her toy again.

She looked at me dead in the eyes and threw it right at me, which I dodged, and it struck a picture hanging on her wall.

Glory be…I had to cling to the grace in that moment.

I pointed to the corner, she hung her head and walked the walk of shame to take a seat.  She had a few fake sniffles (she didn’t really care that she had thrown the toy…at all…so she had to fake it…smart) as she sat with her head shoved into the corner.

In our house, during time out (which makes up large quantities of time these precious days) we have a policy.

You can not get up until you can explain what you did, why you did it and how you are going to “make wiser choices” in the future.

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Dad gathered everyone out on the street for the big annual firework finale!

Dad’s not one for safety, or sanity, on the regular, so mix in fireworks and you truly never know what you’re going to get.

But he is all the way passionate about poppin’ some works.

We all gathered around and watched him set up the grand-finale fireworks display.  He had found a display that spelled out USA…which he made sure to highlight and brag about ALL DAY leading up to this moment.  Much pride over this particular kajillion dollar purchase he had made on the side of the interstate.

Display set up, Dad turned around to the crowd of onlookers and began to make a speech.  At the top of his lungs he began his monologue.  It was dramatic and full of USA love…very over the top (which is my good ole’ dad…I get it honestly you guys).  He talked about freedom and all the things that are possible for those who live in this great country.  The freedom that people have fought so hard for.  He spoke of the land of the brave, soldiers, the president (he covered all the feels) and then made us all sing the National Anthem. Read More

“Well you guys, looks like little Liv has strep throat,”  the Doctor said after swabbing the back of Liv’s throat.

(which oh by the way took 4 grown adults to pull off…all the drama and trauma)

I let out a deep sigh of relief.

What I wanted to do was jump up and down with excitement.  YAY!!  She has strep!!!

Now, before you call the kiddy-police on me…let me give you the glorious back story: Read More

We were riding in the car recently, Liv and I, having a typical car ride conversation.  (which can cover every topic under the actual sun)  Liv is a questioner, asking about every small thing that we pass on the road…. I mean everything.

She got quiet for a little while, and then began to ask me this list of questions: Read More

We were newly engaged and beginning to list out the things we would need to register for or buy for our new life together.

“We need dishes, cups, towels, a bathroom trash can…”

“Hey.  We don’t need a bathroom trashcan.  I have one we can use.”

As my beloved holds up the most God awful trash can I have ever seen.

Picture this:

A metal trash can covered in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle scenes.  Rusty and dinged up.  It literally was warped like a car had run over it and Brent had tried to straighten it back out.

This was his offering.

Why buy a new one?  Why get rid of that one?

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