That's blurry old me--Mean Mom. There will be at least three best-selling books written about the ways that I've ruined my children's lives. My husband might jump in on that money-making boat, as well. He's got some humdingers to tell, that's for sure.My meaness came to mind this morning when I was looking through old photos. It's holiday time, so we need to whip out a card with some fairly recent photos--this is mainly so some of our distant relatives might recognize us at family Christmas parties and not call the cops.
A lot of the photos on iPhoto are actually movies from this summer--movies taken on my new iPhone, by then 7 year old Birk.
The charming summer memories last for the first 15 seconds, then I am in the background of almost EVERY single one, yelling, "Get off the dock with my phone!!!" Or, "Stop, you're using all of my battery!!!" Or, "Turn that off now, you are using up all of my memory!!!"
Someday, my daughter will pull up the files of these summer memories. She will sigh with wonder at the beauty of her childhood. Then her pleasure will turn to horror.
I'll be dead and gone, but will live on screeching, "Don't drop my phone in the water!!!"
2 comments:
You are toooo cute!!! I love that I can but a face with you blog now :) You must read my post about my daughter and the parade!!! You and I will be in the book together!!!
OMG, that is classic!!! I'm the same way...screaming at them to put down the Flip video camera before I kill them. That's always nice to have on a video, right?
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