I’m Sure He Will Say It’s My Fault…I Taught Her Everything She Knows

I just watched my husband spend an entire hour Wii bowling so his daughter could have the sparkly ball.

On the surface you may think “So what?” But this man was just worked over by a five-year old with long eyelashes and an adoring smile.

They crack me up

*crying* Daddy, Jack has the blue sparkly ball and I really want the blue sparkly ball but I can’t get it *sobbing heaves*

It’s the perfect set up. I know it well. She tells him her sorrows. Her horrible, heart wrenching troubles.

*crying* Daddy the blue sparkly ball is so pretty *pauses to sob harder* and I really, really want it but I’ll never get it. Never *more crying*

Then, she moves in for the kill-

*crying* Daddy will you please play my guy so I can get the blue sparkly ball because I really, really, want it *covers faces and heaves for dramatic effect*

And not three minutes later, after a full three minutes of me telling her if she wanted to work hard for the blue sparkly ball I’m sure she could earn it, just like her brother did … her father waltzes into the room.

Baby girl do you want Daddy to get that blue sparkly ball for you?

Head. Desk.

Hope

My hospital stay doesn't get better than this

I have everything I need in this hospital room.

Period. The End.

I taught my daughter how to use a tampon tonight. A pad too.

She might be mine

Not because she needs to know these things at five-years old, but because I’m currently in the midst of my last menstrual cycle and I needed to show her, while I could.

I have explained periods to her and her brother before, but this time was different. It was just her and I upstairs in my room and master bath, and I knew our time was short.

So when she asked what I was doing, unwrapping my tampon, I had her come over to see. We’re the kind of family that isn’t very modest. I usually leave the door open when in the bathroom, I mean the  kids have been following me in there since they could toddle and there is really nothing to hide. That’s just how this family rolls.

So there we were, doing what women do. Me knowing full well she may or may not remember this lesson when her time comes and knowing I would give it to her again, differently, in time. Me wondering if I was doing this too much for my own benefit. Wondering if I was putting her through some odd symbolic performance so I know I did it. So I know, years from now, we had this ritual together.

But what can it hurt…a mother teaching her daughter what is to come, what will be…and was has been.

A Boycott That Hurts – Target

from Erin Kotecki Vest
to Gregg.Steinhafel@target.com,
Aaron Vest
date Mon, Aug 2, 2010 at 11:12 AM
subject Regarding your donation to Tom Emmer
mailed-by gmail.com

Mr. Steinhafel,

I’m currently headed out the door with a purse filled with cash my family and I earned at our garage sale this past weekend. My five and seven-year old children finally have their own rooms for the first time in their lives, and we’re about to decorate each of them accordingly.

My daughter is a girly-girl and is aiming for pink and purple pillows, curtains, lamps, a throw rug, – the works.

My son needs a new comforter, a rug, and wall decorations. And even Mom and Dad could use some new sheets and a dust ruffle.

Anyway, I just wanted you to know that despite my love for Target, we’re headed to Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Your donation to anti-LGBT candidate Tom Emmer speaks volumes as to what sort of CEO you are, what sort of man you are, and how you feel about equal rights for all Americans.

I’m teaching my kids to respect everyone in this country, not just pay them lip-service and take their money all while voting to take away their rights. No, Mr. Steinhafel, I refuse to teach my children that hate or inequality is acceptable in the United States.

Women control .82 cents on every household dollar, and this woman is taking her control and wallet elsewhere.

Sincerely,

Erin Kotecki Vest
@queenofspain on Twitter
http://queenofspainblog.com