proof that as a parent, every single thing you do is potentially ‘scarring’...

shortstack and i were in the kitchen bouncing his favorite purple soccer bouncy-ball to each other. i bounced it to him, but he wasn’t ready yet and the ball bounced off the cabinets and right back to me.

‘you weren’t ready, were you?’
‘no, i was just gaining weight.’

[i’ve been making him get on the scale about once a week because he’s so close to being too heavy to use the built in harness straps in his car seat. i’m not even going to discuss the effect my safety consciousness is having on my child’s future weight issues, ok? i’m trying to keep him as safe as possible for as long as possible, so shut it! besides, its an almost daily battle to try to convince him that little boys don’t really wear make-up, and even little girls don’t wear it either—he’s ok with just the chapstick...for now.]