"Not to be mean, but..."
My kids somehow got the idea that they can say just about anything they want if they preface their statement with the phrase, "Not to be mean, but...". For example:
"Not to be mean, but I don't really like what you made for dinner."
"Not to be mean, but there's a girl in my class who...."; my kids have become quite the little social critics. Don't know where they got that.
Not to be mean, but I don't really like summer. I have tried to keep my sniveling to a minimum; you know, accentuate the positive, eliminate the negative. Earlier this summer when other bloggers were participating in "30 Days of Summer" or "Summer is..." series, I just thought to myself, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." I really had nothing nice to say about summer.
However, now that it is 80 degrees instead of 100, and fall is just over one week away, I have a few nice things about summer. My memory card is full of some wonderful summer memories, so next week, the last week of summer, I'll be hosting a blog series entitled, "Summer was...". If you'd like to participate, leave a comment or send me an email (firstname.lastname@example.org). I'll link your blog in my sidebar (which I intend to refresh in the next few days).
It feels strange to blog today without mentioning 9/11. My first thought when I heard the news 7 years ago today was, "I won't be able to have another baby." I feared the worst. I watched the news for three days straight. I thought the sky was falling. Thousands of families were torn asunder that day. I'm forever grateful that our family maintained the freedom to flourish. Within six months of 9/11 we were pregnant with Aidan.
I couldn't imagine life without his dirty fingernails and sweaty curls.
Posted by Molly at 9:01 AM