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After 2 days of pure living hell with the teenage Liam I am suffering from a severe lack of parental confidence. So it was quite nice to come across this conversation I had with Sophie a couple of weeks ago that I meant to blog but never got around to (of course).
Sophie: I love you, Mummy.
Me: I love you too, Sophie.
S: I love you spaghetti!
M: I love you more than spaghetti!
S: I love you more than Liam!
M: Don't you love Liam?
S: I just like him. Liam's the best brother. But Mummy...you are the BEST mummy ever.
I doubt she'll be saying it when she is 13 (although Taylor did tell me I'm a pretty good mum...but not as good as Dana's mum (I have to say I totally agree...Dana's mum rocks) but I will take it with all happiness and remind myself of it often when she is of the oft dreaded (with reason!) teenage years. 
You'd think I would put a picture of her and I here, wouldn't you? Alas, there are none. I am the picture taker in this house, and when I'm not taking them I avoid the camera. I know. They will hard pressed to do a power point of me when I am dead. (I'm still freaking about death...I didn't even blog about the school teacher who died of cancer at the age of 46. 700 people at her funeral, it was amazing. And tons of pictures of her in the powerpoint! And on the same day Liam's old soccer coach died. Of cancer. Bloody cancer.)
20 May, 2009
At least someone loves me
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I am totally absent from photos. I always say that if I get hit by a bus, my kids won't even know what I looked like. Nice, eh?
You're not alone when you say there are no photos of you. I hate having my picture taken - wait..strike that. I hate looking at the pictures of myself after someone takes them.
Bloody cancer. AMEN.
I have GOT to have more pictures taken of me. But hubby never picks up a camera.
Ha, parental hell, you say? Well, I am about to welcome my 13 year old (step)son to the mix...four boys? No, FIVE now! And the oldest goes from 7 to 13!!! Eeek, middle school!
I'll be checking back to make sure you are surviving and to get some tips from the battlefield.
Thanks for commenting on my blog, too!
Angel, aka TheMommyTsunami
That is such a sweet conversation, kids say the cutest things.
Emma, update your blog.
Pretty please with spaghetti on top?
Gotta get into those photos, Em. I'm trying to. I despise photos of me, too, but I'm forcing myself. AND I don't look at them afterwards. That's the key.
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