Because everyone in my family has an obsessive, addictive personality--generations of us, folks--I fully expected the kid to be sniffing magic markers and sneaking chocolate by this point. So far, however, her natural fickleness appears to have saved her from being the kind of person who shouldn't touch heroin and who takes down an entire cake in two days. The blogosphere? Not so. Some people clearly have kids like me. Perhaps there was some mix-up at the hospital.
At Blonde Mom Blog, there's a little trouble with strawberry milk. Rehab was mentioned. Gawd, I love an intervention. We had 'em as often as Christmases.
Rockstar Mommy's angel may be drawn to bad men. Join the club, honey.
A Homer book is causing some drama at the Institutional Mouthpiece of Kjel. There's suspicions that bigger issues may be contributing. At least the li'l one still loves his bro.
Not That I Don't Love My Kids is taking a good, hard, funny look at some codependency. One day at a time, sister! I've been there too.
