1. (This one is a throwback to Sunday, but I make my own rules in this god forsaken town.) We were at a birthday party on Saturday and one of the dads there said to his son, who I think is about four years old, (close to a year younger than Carter), "Remember what Grandpa says, 'No wusses, no sissies.'" I didn't hear him say it, but Jeff did and mentioned it to me and he was clearly bothered by it.
Years ago, about six months before we were to be married, Jeff and I had a very intense fight with his family. The argument progressed well beyond respectful boundaries (on all parts) and more than once, Jeff's brother, from whom Jeff is (and will remain) estranged, told him to "man up." Whatever the fuck that means. (I know what it means, but that's another very ranty blog post for which I don't have the time or energy.)
I love, so much more than I can possibly express, that I am married to a man who not only would never say something like that to either of his sons, but who is actually bothered by the fact that other men say things like that to their little boys.
This makes me proud of the dad I chose for my kids and makes me grateful to have a partner in parenthood who will help me raise our boys with a healthy framework of what masculinity is and what it means to "be a man."
2. We put the kids to bed early tonight, so I got my kitchen and dining room cleaned early. I was sitting on the couch Facebooking with my bestie at 8:00 p.m. and that was pretty kick ass.
3. It is now 9:40, and I'm going to crawl into bed as soon as I hit publish on this post. Our bed is the most comfy king size, and it is just pleading with me to hop in it. Who am I to deny it, really?
Goodnight all :-)
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