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Fourth Of July Photo Time Capsule

Happy July 4th my friends! I am sure you will be celebrating with cookouts, parades, and fireworks today. I was thinking about writing a blog post about Independence Day and started looking at July 4th pictures for inspiration. It’s funny how if you do the same things year after year you start to create a photo time capsule of your yearly traditions. We always go to the parade and the ice cream social in our town. We have a yearly photo of Tiny-Small eating a giant ice cream cone. I didn’t even know that was one of our traditions, but judging by the photographs we have taken it most certainly is!

Here is Tiny-Small eating ice cream in 2012.

Fourth of July Photo Time Capsule
Now you can see why we called her Tiny-Small.


Here she is eating the same ice cream, at the same place, in 2013. She sure changed a lot in one year, didn’t she?

Fourth of July Photo Time Capsule
So much bigger in just one year.

It’s kind of breath-taking how fast she is growing up.

I am grateful to be living in the time of digital cameras so I can document her life so easily. In the daily business of life things seem to move so slowly, but when you start looking at the years going by it really hits you how quickly time is passing. Even though I take a lot of photographs of Tiny-Small I wish I took more. Especially lately. She’s gotten tired of posing for the camera so I have less pictures of her now than I did when she was younger. I should say I have less clear photos of her now. She doesn’t want to stand still even for a moment these days.

I often feel nostalgic on July 4th because when I was a kid my family spent time with extended family or we went to see the fireworks on a big hill in Connecticut. We would pack a picnic and sit on a blanket with a bunch of other people. The fireworks went up over a river and people on either side of the river would shout to each other and the local radio station played music. It was a blast and I have some really fond memories of doing that. What surprises me about these photos of Tiny-Small is that they make me feel nostalgic for last year! I can’t believe that is even possible. Tiny-Small is growing up quickly and I know she won’t want to be my baby for much longer. I already miss her being little. These holidays are often so bittersweet, aren’t they?

I hope you enjoy time with your family this July 4th and get to see some gorgeous fireworks. Make a lot of wonderful memories! Jim has to work today and so does my mom so Tiny-Small and I will be on our own for most of the day. We’ll probably get into all sorts of red, white, and blue trouble. We are planning to watch the fireworks tonight from our front yard while roasting marshmallows. I can’t wait!

Before any of that happens, I am definitely heading out to get a giant, chocolate ice cream cone for Tiny-Small.  I have to keep this new tradition alive!

Happy fourth of July!

Married To Underdog

Tiny-Small wants to get married to Underdog. She’s already planning the wedding and says they are going to have ten kids.  Which seems entirely possible since one of them is a dog. Tiny-Small has some funny notions about weddings and marriage. For instance, she thinks dancing alone is a binding, marriage contract and that the state of New Mexico recognizes marriage between a human and a cartoon dog. I’m not going to break the news to her that both of her assumptions are false until she’s at least 16.


She does, however, have some concerns about being married to a dog. For instance just this morning she said, “You can’t get in love unless you brush your teeth. Nobody wants to kiss you if you have dog breath. I hope Underdog brushes his teeth like I do.” I’m kind of shocked that she is worrying about kissing and getting in love at the ripe old age of four, but since it’s with a cartoon dog I feel pretty safe about it.

Dog breath is a serious concern. As a child who lives with three dogs, she knows first hand how bad dog breath can be. I am pretty sure she’ll be handing out tooth-brush wedding favors at their reception. Maybe she’ll even schedule a pre-honeymoon teeth cleaning for her canine paramour. I know I would.

The funny thing is I know exactly how Tiny-Small feels. When I was a kid I fell in love with several cartoon characters. The one that comes to mind first is Justin, a rat, from The Secret of Nimh. I would have married him in a heartbeat if I could have. He was so gallant and brave. Like a knight in shining rat armor protecting Mrs. Brisby from all of the mean rats. Remember them? They had been given some toxic potion in an experiment that turned them into highly intelligent, furry beings. Or they were electrocuted or something. It’s all sort of fuzzy. Probably because I only had eyes for Justin. Anyway they were kind of like the rat versions of Spider Man…another character I wanted to marry.  Justin seemed like the ideal man, except for the whole being a rat thing. He still does in some ways.


Tiny-Small is in love with Underdog at the age of four and brushing her teeth meticulously in preparation for the day they meet in person, dance, and fly away together. It’s lovely. I am happy for her. As the future mother of the bride I am all a glow.

I’m also glad she is brushing her teeth. Even if it is just to prevent having dog breath. Because we all benefit from that, except for the dentist. He won’t be buying a yacht because of us. Underdog is keeping us out of trouble already!

There’s no need to fear–
Underdog is here!

 With fresh breath, fluoride, and a side of dental floss.

Swearing Preschool Girl: Embracing Parental Failure With Pride

Swearing is not supposed to happen among the kid crowd, but we all know it does. I have mixed feelings about kids swearing. On some level I think swears are just words and the bigger a child’s vocabulary is the better. Of course, the other side of that coin is your kid swearing at school, at church, in front of a bunch of nuns, in front of the grandparents, or when other kids might be listening. Anyway, Tiny-Small has been swearing. Not a lot, but enough to get my attention.

We recently had this conversation about it in the car:

Me: Those words you are using are adult words. They aren’t really for kids.

Tiny-Small: You mean damnit and friggen aren’t for kids?

Me: Yeah, they are for adults to use, but not for kids.

Tiny-Small: Dad says damnit and friggen.

Me: I know. Maybe you could remind him not to say those words when he forgets.

Tiny-Small: Yeah, but I say damnit and friggen sometimes.

Me: I know, but if you say them around other adults they won’t like it because those aren’t words for kids. You might even get in trouble.

Tiny-Small: What if I say them like this instead  <whispers>  Damnit. Friggen.

Me: Well, I think someone might still hear you.

Tiny-Small: Dad shouldn’t say damnit or friggen. I’ll tell him not too.

Me: Maybe you shouldn’t say them anymore either.

Tiny-Small: OK. I’m not suppose to lie either, but sometimes dad tells lies.

Me: What?!

But, that’s another blog post for another day….

My Swearing Preschool Girl: Embracing Parental Failure With Pride
First it’s swearing…then it’s tattoos.


The whole swearing thing is kind of odd. I mean, when I was a kid I’d get my mouth washed out with soap for uttering an adult word. So, I am going against everything I’ve been taught about using “bad” words and letting this slide a bit. Words are words. Are they really “bad” words? Not to mention, isn’t it a bit hypocritical to use them and expect your child not to? Why do we expect kids to have more self-control and better behavior than their parents do, right? Just smile and nod. I am pretty sure most of you disagree with me, but we can still be friends, right? Just smile and nod again…seriously. I know I have this bad parenting thing down. It’s what I excel at! I’m clinging to my strengths here, you guys. If this post doesn’t do anything but make you feel like a superior parent, well I am pretty sure that’s enough of a reason to keep me around.

Sometimes, I’m just glad she is using swear words correctly. I know I am reaching here. Pretending to feel pride in my daughter’s potty mouth ways, but still she IS using those words correctly and experimenting with them. Much like she is tossing out words like “distracted” and “unfortunate” right now. I am pretty proud of the fact that she’s not afraid to try out new words to make sure she understands how to use them…even if they make all of the other adults on the planet cringe and give me the evil eye…I totally see you looking at me with your evil eye right now by the way.

My Swearing Preschool Girl: Embracing Parental Failure With Pride
My Swearing Preschool Girl

Not to mention, at least she’ll be a somewhat normal kid because of her dad’s swearing. If she had only me teaching her the modern lingo she’d be a weird kid. Whenever she farts I say, “Oh, you have gas!” So now Tiny-Small says, “I gassed” instead of “I farted.” I’m pretty sure her little friends are just going to think she’s an odd child, especially when she chases them around the room screaming, “Hahahaha…I just gassed on you!” Which she has done to me…it’s not pretty, but it is funny because who says that?? Only my child because that’s how we roll…a little off kilter. She’s getting her eccentric label a little early on for this family. I may have to start buying her tweed suits with elbow patches and making sure she never combs her hair again. Well, that last part would be easy because she never wants to comb her hair again anyway…ever.

What’s your take on childhood swearing? I’m pretty sure I wrote about this before. My ideas on swearing and childhood and picking my battles have changed in just a few short months. Who knew parenting would make me such a wishy-washy, decision-making, rule bending, words are just words, I give up on this woman? Certainly not me. I thought I was going to be better than this. That thought both warms my heart and sets me into fits of laughter…sometimes at the same time. Oh the joys of pre-parent dreaming are so fondly remembered. The smack down of reality still has me reeling 4 years later.