BFF

A friend said to me, “You know it’s always a bad idea when a parent tries to be friend to their kid, instead of being a parent.” Sure, right, don’t go buy them beer and talk about what a slob their dad is. But let’s face it, when your kids are who you are with 90% of the time how can they not become your best friend? Your BFF. There is nothing wrong with that, right?

Hanging with Mr. Rex

I think one of the things that’s hard for new moms is suddenly your best buddy and constant companion has no reasoning and can’t form sentences (insert a hack joke about a husband here). Every nuance and development is so exciting. Granted one mother’s drooling child is just some annoying kid to someone else.

I find I am enjoying Rex’s baby ways a little more than I did with Vivien. I think it’s because I was still in the “HEY, what just happened to me?” mode with the first one. And I know each period will be done soon. So, here is a little slice of life with my BFF (well, until about 2 when I pick up my other BFF).