Whoops - Mothering Called

Sorry that the TBGTP&P took a day off, that was because this Tomboy was at Owen’s preschool for a meeting about my son’s unparallel blind rage. I blame this entirely on my genetics because the McInnises are known for their tempers, and also their jail sentences. Owen seems to have the switch where in he goes from happy, sweet and awesomely awesome to complete dick. This is a pattern that goes for a few weeks. Then suddently, he will stop the shenanigans and be back to his old self. John had a good idea that it might have something to do with his mental and physical growth because he seemingly grew two feet over night. When mad, we are teaching him to take deep breaths: “In with the good, out with the bad.” And, yes, I do live in San Francisco (but still hate hippies). I am sure this is a phase that will get better as he has a better grasp on his words, and it is evident he is trying very hard to be a “good boy”. To Mr. O, freshly shorn handsome: