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Drop the eggs.


Pull them out.





I did it.

I did it.  I dropped him off and watched him walk into the movie theater.  Without me. I fought every urge to jump out of the car, scream out the window that I love him, and secretly follow him in the theater.  I let him go.  Without me.204d8f0d-50e5-4db5-a810-f6525a68dc39-fd57e56d-cb49-42ab-ba90-d5d02ebc11ef-v1

Troy and his friends are currently enjoying Ready Player One and I am sitting here trying to distract myself.  I know he’s safe and completely ready for this milestone.  But, he will always be my baby.

The last hole.

The last hole.  Two strokes and I had the ball in.  49 points.  IMG_3335

Then it was Troy’s turn.  He had 47 points.   So much pressure!  We had a bet going on, five bucks for him or extra turn of him taking the dog out without complaint.    This is a repeat of last summer and last summer he got a hole in one on the eighteenth hole.

He hit the ball.  It rolled down the hill, moving closer to that hole.  The hole that will take the ball away for good.  Ooooo….it curves to the side.

Ok.  One more stroke.  If he makes it, we tie once again.  Gentle swing annnnddd….it’s in.

Tie.  He got he five bucks and I get an extra turn of not taking the dog out.  That works, but I can’t lie…I do wish I could beat him…


Today’s slice is a throwback to maybe seven years ago.  I was stuck for an idea, so I started scrolling through my phone and found this picture:


From this book my son found at Barnes and Noble:

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We LOVED this book, as we are both worriers.   But the reason I took a picture of this specific page, even though this isn’t a worry either one of us has had, is because of this slice…

Troy was five and an early riser.  I could hear the television on in the living room, but I could also hear him playing, so I didn’t rush downstairs.  When I did drag myself out of bed and walk downstairs, he couldn’t wait to tell me what he had learned from A Baby Story on TLC…

“Mommy!  Guess what?!”


“Some babies get cut out of their mommy’s tummies like me, but other babies get pooped out in a pool of water!”

He had turned on the television and watched an episode of A Baby Story that included a water birth…I didn’t correct him at the time, but he does know the truth now.  Don’t worry.

Before Digital Cameras

We sat on the couch, side by side, looking at photo albums from when I was a kid – about the same age as he is now.  Lots of comments about my age each time there was a page that stated the year.  Anything earlier than 2000 is ancient, you know.   I had to explain to him how some of the pictures were off centered because I grew up before digital cameras.   We didn’t have the fancy screen to see what the picture was going to look like before we even clicked.  We had to wait until they were printed to know what it was going to look like.  And then we got to this picture…


“Woah!  That coat!  That’s so retro!  That’s what you see in the movies!  That’s like the coat Will wears in Stranger Things!”

It seems like not long ago to me, but to my son – it’s the stuff from movies.