With another Fourth of July behind us, I have to pause and laugh at how uncool I’ve become over the years. Let me rephrase that: My coolness is like an inverted bell curve. It was high before kids, it dipped at ludicrous speed when my kids were infants, and now it’s back on the rise as they’re getting older 😉
Before I had kids I would glare at my husband on the Fourth of July like: All you bought were snakes and sparklers?! Get the f— out of here and go buy something illegal.
Then my daughter was born and she was a whole four months old for her first Fourth of July and I was like: Dear God I hope all the neighbors just have snakes this year. View Post