Friday, January 24, 2014

Defiance

On account of us being amazing parents (ahem)...

It is unsettling to get our first "Your two year old is a two year old" message from school.

First time out at school (To which I respond... really?  First?)

LOTS of NO NO NO NO.  NO THIS!  NO THAT!

And little sister?  She's learned how to say the word "mine"

It's a regular old showdown here at the Edwards corral.

Innocent photos posted to protect the guilty.



Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Toddler Snow Days

In one word:

Loud.

One more?

Messy.

Grateful for friends I can send the bat signal out to at midnight, offer bacon, and they can show up with three two-year-old boys to help burn some toddler energy.

(This particular interchange was over the prospect of PIZZA(!!!!) for lunch!)

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Monday, January 20, 2014

Road Warrior

My Uncle Ed passed away sometime in the last week before he was found by a friend.

He was an imperfect man who loved Florida State football, his cat Thomassina, the beaches of the panhandle of Florida and his nieces and nephews.

He never missed a dance recital, a baptism, a graduation, or a wedding.  He took me on my first trip to Disney World as a surprise one weekend when I was six.

He sent spending money in college and opened his beach condo to me and seven of my sorority sisters in college so we could make bad choices at Spring Break in Panama City. 

He never lost touch when my Aunt and he divorced. 

He met Shawn before my parents did and asked "What are your intentions with my niece??"

 He was wildly embarrassing and wildly loving. 

He also struggled for over four decades with alcoholism, and unfortunately with family and professional help was never able to tame those demons. 

Raise a glass tonight (just one) and send some good vibes to the original Road Warrior, Uncle Ed.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Feeling scared

I have to say that I am proud of the family Susann and I have.  She does an amazing job as a Mom and I do ok as a Dad.


We do alright in spite of the floods and stomach bugs.


Now the next hurdle in our path is . . . potty training.


I am not going to lie.  I am scared.


I have done everything I can to delay the inevitable.


I am out of excuses.