My son is quite possibly one of the raddest kids in existence.
We watched Detroit Rock City tonight, it was his first time seeing the movie. He practically peed himself laughing, it was pretty hilarious. Made better by the fact that he knew the entire soundtrack off by heart, without having ever seen the movie.
He’s done’ been raised right.
Happiest of Birthdays to my super punk rock boy!
11 year ago today, I looked into the wobbly blue eyes of an amazing little guy for the first time, and felt like the luckiest person ever that I got to be his momma. Happy Birthday to my son Kellyn - I am so proud of the sweet, smart and wonderful person you have become, and love you more than anything in the whole world.
There is a pub/hostel downtown called The Cambie. I have spent many the drunken evening there. The pub is divided down the middle with a picket fence, you can drink and eat on either side, but you can take your kids to the restaurant side.
My son loves going there, I think it makes him feel grownup. He didn’t want to wear one of my Ben Sherman’s, so we came to a compromise on my Buzzcocks t-shirt. He still felt it necessary to be a dufus when I took our picture.
We were sitting at the table and he turns to me ” Momma, why did someone write in pig latin on the table?” I replied ” For the same reason someone drew a penis on the table, just under your arm. I have no idea.”
A card from my son
I just reread this card that has been on our fridge for a while ” Sorry Mom, I would like to play games instead of arguing with you. I don’t want you to yell at me but it is hard not to argue. Please forgive me for what I’ve done. I would like to have a day to have fun and spend time with you.”
I heart this kid.
I’m going on momma strike. I don’t want to fight with a certain little person who shall remain nameless about bathing, brushing his teeth and putting on deodorant…stinky punks are not allowed in this house. I also doesn’t want to pick up my makeup strewn about the apartment as the foster kitty has a fun new trick, take out the garbage, feed anyone other than myself, vacuum or do laundry. Prepare to see me picketing out front of my building for equal momma rights.
Worst. Momma. Ever.
Every year a local boys and girls club has an end of the summer carnival, this years was pirate themed.
My son wanted a red bandanna to put on his head this morning, to make him look more pirate-like. I offered him an assortment of other shiz from my closet, because I’m that kinda momma. He wanted no part of it.
Well, he put the bandanna on his head, and he looked so much like a garden gnome I couldn’t stop laughing. Tears were streaming from my eyes. Consequently, he burst into tears as he thought I was making fun of him. Talk about feeling like the worst momma ever, he only wanted to dress like a pirate as they give more game tickets out if you do.
I still feel bad!
This is Scarlett, wearing the Misfits t-shirt I gave her. Her momma and I agree that you’re never too young to be a Misfits fan.