Is something wrong with me? There has to be. I cannot be considered normal if walking into my daughter's soon-to-be elementary school makes me feel like I'm going to start ugly-crying.
It's a rite of passage that so many people look forward to with stars in their eyes--finally, their child will be in school, all day long! The learning to be done! The friends to be made! The adventures to yet embark upon!
"We better hope that the tooth fairy comes to Matthew and Seth's house tonight and puts some new teeth back into Seth's mouth, right Mommy?" Owen mumbled, glancing up at me, his mouth full of Cheerios. Milk was dripping towards his chin.
The buzz of my every morning halted-I froze mid-way through buttering waffles, pouring orange juice, and packing lunch. I focused on the spot of milk that was caught in the dimple in Owen's chin, as I said in slow motion, "Yes, I guess so, Honey."
I'm a rookie blogger. I'm a rookie blogger, and I'm totally proud of it.
I'm new to the online communities, to Twitter, to avatars, to comment-leaving, widgets, and gadgets. I have too much to learn, and my site is too basic to even come close to competing with some of these incredible, seasoned, pro-blogging mom sites. Yet I love what I have created and couldn't be more proud of it. Never in a million years did I think I would be changing html codes or be researching 2 vs 3 column layouts.