I spent this weekend at a friends house up north.  My older boys were away snowboarding with my ex-husband, so I took ColtonColton aka: Moose, Duece, Colt, CJ
Age: 3
Favorite Word: Fart
Hobbies:  Playing in the dirt, setting off fire alarms at preschool and bossing people around.
Best Qualities:  The sweetest disposition this side of the Mississippi. and hit the road.  My husband had a fabulous two days alone in the house.  What is that like?  

My girlfriend has a 2-1/2 year old and six month old boy.   She is the kind of mom that insists the baby food be homemade, the television is rarely on and that kids are not meant to stay in contraptions (strollers, highchairs, etc.) for long.  She is also the kind of mom that doesn’t drink, smoke, get high, insert your own vice here, etc.  She seems to have no vices at all.  Upon seeing that I had given her son and mine a juice box she commented, “You’re just sugaring them up huh?”  They are soy milk and water only people.  Is life actually fun?  Ever?

We went out to lunch and I ordered Colt a mini pizza and she ordered her son pasta with marinara sauce and “could you please chop up some broccoli and add it”.  You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.  If I ordered that for Colton he would throw it at me.  She must have wanted to call CPS when I ordered him a sundae with whip cream and m&ms on top for desert.  Her son had grapes.