He Knows

My son seems to know when picture time is coming. It's a sixth sense he seems to be gifted with.

Every time I set up an appointment he appears with bruises all over his head. Now, so you're not freaking out, he's a toddler, so I assume it's fairly normal for some bumps to occur. But EVERY TIME I go to get a nice family shot he kicks it into over drive.

I have visions of some child welfare advocate seeing our picture displayed at the local photo shop, and having to explain my son's bruises to her. Or worse, the local photo shop actually calling said advocate and skipping the whole randomness step completely.

Welcome!

I'm not sure why I'm writing welcome. No one is reading this. And that's okay. This is my venting blog. All the gory behind the scenes details that can't be posted under my real name - this is where to find them.

Why anonymous you might ask? Well, I'm really a nice person. I try to be anyways. But the filter that stops the nastiness from escaping my brain has become excessively burdened. It needs an outlet!

So funny, mean spirited, and everything you won't find on a cheery mommy blog is what you'll get!