Ah yes...the days after Halloween when all bloggers are busy uploading pictures of their precious tots in their Halloween Beggin' Garb (as my grandpa would say), all proud and beaming at their beautiful off spring...and where's the picture of Dean you ask? Where is he in all his pirate cuteness?
Well, he's not here, that's for damn sure. Someone (we won't name names) decided that he couldn't be bothered with any sort of dinner Saturday before the festivities and thus resulted in my once cute and undemanding 4 year old turning into a short yet scary and very believable rendition of Godzilla 2009. He's blond, and slightly less scaly, but he can sure still throw a shit storm when he's mad!
So, no photo's. Godzilla refused to be photographed without his agent and publicist present. All I could get was his face planted into the kitchen floor and his ass up in the air because "look at my butt!, NO! No pictures, LOOK. AT. MY. BUTT. MOMMY!"
Some say I give up too easily. I say Touche.