Honestly, you cannot fuck with Fritz's style. He's a totally bad ass toddler that looks like he's about to throw down some cray-zay windmill move and hit your black book with the freshest styles know to man. Yup, thats MY baybbbbaby! Custom Jacket by Macceo Eagle. For more artistic radness go to Ways & Means.
So, I saw that this other cool mommy blogger added me to her blog roll. Blogger etiquette says if you like what you see add them to yours. Check. So here we are, tonight, a few weeks after the add and I'm moseying around my page and decide to check out what she's up to. So, not only do I come to find she's keeping up a cute blog but her HUSBAND has a frigging cool daddy blog! Um, Hi, Vaughn's Mama, your hubby is kinda the shit. Not that mine isn't but he pretty much worships you and says it in writing! You guys are redic cute! Congrats to the 3 of you...your one cute Hipster Fam...I don't care if you don't like that word...cause you are! BTW coming soon, "What exactly is the definition of a "Hipster" mom?" All this and more on the next episode of Soap...I mean The Hipster Mom.
There are things you want your kid to inherit like your ability to draw or your keen business sense. Then there are the things you are down right nervous about him inheriting like your indulgence of 2, sometimes plus, drinks a day, your ridiculous cookie habit, shopping addiction or even your more pharmacological escapades on a nighttime rager. I witnessed something tonight that gave me a little twinge that maybe, possibly Fritz has inherited my somewhat addictive behavior or I could be paranoid ? Let me tell you what happened...There is a tub of lollipops in the cupboard, organic of course, but lollies all the same. Essentially, baby crack. I have a feeling the nanny may have let him have one maybe two today because about a half hour after I got home he was hanging off the kitchen counter grabbing for the cupboard like a crack fieeeeend.
Sometimes this world breaks my heart in two. Not in a bad way though. More like a heartache at how frightening the world can be and how precious what we have actually is. Sometimes, when I am alone, I reflect on my son, my husband, family and life in general and it will make me so immensely happy I will want to cry. But other times, I get so immensely scared I want to cry. I think the reason is, is that when you have a child to care for, a husband to hold on to for the rest of your life and a family to love and maintain you have everything to lose and you can't help but have this flash in front of your eyes now and then.
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