I haven't been into this here blawg lately. You see, it's summer. And I have other things to do that must take priority over writing random stories about my kid calling me Super Mean and my husband's very queer eye.
Like buying Logan sugar cereal for his first. time. evah. Well, not his FIRST first time. Sister Big saw to that a couple years ago when she gave him Cocoa Puffs for breakfast one morning. It was the best day of his life and he speaks of it often.
To celebrate the end of a hard year in kindergarten and his very first summer vacation, Logan wanted cereal that has a) sugar, and b) a toy. Because I am such a nice mom I complied.
However, I found the cereal with the least amount of sugar sold at the grocery store. And, I made the house rule that he must wash it down with a couple slices of bacon. I don't want the kid to bounce off the walls after all.
We also decided to let Logan stay up a little later at night. My thinking was that he would sleep in a little later in the morning. Which has long been a dream of mine. And apparently a stupid one. The kid's awake at 6:30 am on the dot. Each and every single day.
Which is why I celebrate summer in my own way. Sitting on my front porch with my husband. Drinking beer. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.
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