Blogging with a toddler

Updated: Nov 28, 2018

Um... I said no more toys. Like, for real. I sent out a major text, a few emails, called folks... "MY KID IS SPOILED ROTTEN! NO MORE TOYS TILL HE CAN CLEAN THEM UP ON HIS OWN!!"

Sounds harsh, right... but, you know that joke about stepping on a LEGO at 3am, when you're trying to make your way down the hall, in the dark to the bathroom? YEAH! It's a real thing. Giving birth to my son, the "old fashioned way" and then having 36 stitches "down there" to keep things from falling out, HAS NOTHING ON THE PAIN FELT FROM STEPPING ON A LEGO AT 3am!!!

Anywho... I was raised in that Military/ Law Enforcement lifestyle. From a young age, my older brother and I were molded into little soldiers. From sun up to sun down, we were a busy bunch. Growing up on a farm, there’s no end to the work. Summers and weekends were nonexistent. Were my parents strict? Yes! Were we deprived of a childhood? NO! Being "Farm Kids" with limited toys and gadgets (we didn't have color tv with more than 3 channels until I was like 11yrs old), my bro and I had more fun than any other kid we knew growing up. We climbed stuff, built things... destroyed plenty! HA! Country Kid Way Of Life.

So... Most would say my parents were overbearing and super strict.

I would say, "DUH!"

In reality, though, especially looking at how kids act today, I am so grateful for my strict upbringing. I've never seen so much chaos in childhood development in all my life! I actually si