Cody and I are pretty average people, but together? Man, do we produce some swell offspring.
We’re like ketchup and mayo, put us together and we make fry sauce. (If you don’t like fry sauce, lie to me, I can’t bear the thought of someone not liking fry sauce.)
Perhaps peanut butter and chocolate is a better comparison, put us together? One of the best combinations in the world.
Eggs and bacon? Sure!
Cats and sunshine? Yep.
We’re having a few minor struggles with the bigger one, nothing major, she’s just proving to be a little more challenging in the “listening and rule abiding” realm.
It’s really easy to love the everloving daylights out of her because she has the biggest, kindest heart of any kid I’ve ever known. While there may be lots of shouting, pouting and some crying…there’s lots of hugging and adoration as well.
It’s just a phase.
I have to keep telling myself I’m doing okay. Sometimes I worry I’m so focused on not repeating the mistakes of my own parents that I’m completely borking up the things my parents did really, really well.
Kids raised in a home where good food is served, bedtimes are enforced, hugs are given freely, and where we do our absolute best to be good people, they have to turn out okay right?
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