From the mind of the whipper snap.

To Max and Meredith: "When I count my blessings, I count you twice..." I love my kids more than words can describe. Seriously, I think until you have kids you never realized how much you could really love a person so much. I mean, they cry, throw fits, they're expensive, they puke, pee and poop on you, but here you are....loving the shit out of them. My daughter has literally puked IN my mouth, guys. INSIDE OF MY MOUTH. I couldn't love her less, though. My son argues about almost everything I have to say, but I couldn't love him less.  I wanted to be a mom as far back as I can remember. I remember buying the Barbies that also came with the babies  and the little baby carriers - lady friend readers (or guy friend readers, I'm not judging) you know what I'm talking about? I also LOVED playing house and I would make my brother play, too and I just KNOW he loves me more because of that. All of this being said, my children do not consume my entire being