I won't bubble wrap my boy. I'm trying to grow a man.

I hadn't been able to locate my older YMCA card with my photo ID but I found it today as I was cleaning my sons room.

He had framed it and now it's sitting on his nightstand with his other special things which include his pocket knife, his toy log cabin , his multi function pocket tool with sharp things attached, and his firetruck with a clock mounted inside (even though he doesn't know how to tell time yet). He also has a Long Ranger buckin' bronco, and his toy bomber airplane. Naturally all of this stuff , is strategically placed across from his red Ryder BB gun and "spike" his bandanna wearing mounted dear head who waits patiently and silently for me to hang him above the boys bed so as to cast scary shadows during the night. Oh , and I forgot about the Erector set with the broken motor because he shoved his finger into the motor and broke it. Still, I'm flattered about my photo and I'm glad that he doesn't know any tattoo artists.

The bad thing about parenting is that you don't know how your doing until it's all over.
*Pictured above is my YMCA photo. My blog administrator likes to make fun of my work out clothing and has offered to buy some new ones for me. Perhaps he finds me embarrassing.