October 24, 2011

only one kid is special (but i had to do them both right or that would have been just wrong)

dear on the run diary,

i remember when my kids were little- it felt like i never got to sit down. i chased tirelessly after them at all hours of the day and night and never complained about anything. i took pictures of their onsies i'd hang across the clothes line because they spoke to me. i wanted my boys to see how much i loved them. it was worth all the extra stupid shit i did just to know my boys had that little tiny bit extra that made their childhood a little bit better some how than the kids next door. my infants drank from sterile glass bottles, practically unheard of in the early 90's. my infants never used plastic bottles and i didn't really know why, i just thought it was 'tacky.' ima order new glass bottles for the baby.