As some of you already know, my sister and her fiance have been waiting for their little critter to arrive for the longest time now...and I'm proud to share that their baby boy arrived about a month ago. All 7 pounds and 10 ounces of pure love and innocence came into this world.
It's been a month, but I still can't believe I am an uncle now. It seems a bit surreal and I am so happy for my sister and my soon to be brother-in-law. He and I had never seen
Surfing around on YouTube, I came across this video:
How much is enough? While I feel for the son, I can tell his father loves him very much and is showing tough love. The son is extremely damaged and a danger to the mom and dad. Can a mentally messed and manipulative child ever change and recover from the abyss?
I don't even know why this Dr. Phil episode touched me the way it did. It's a complex dynamic
I found out today that my oldest sister is pregnant! It is going to be a boy. (Pretty convenient that she is getting married this fall, to be honest.) I am going to be an uncle!!! I didn't know that being an uncle would get me this excited...
It does make me think about and wondering if I'd like to have my own kids someday. For some reason, my sister getting married and having a kid is making me think about my own life more. I have my whole life ahead of me. I am ecstatic,
I've had enough with dating. Just when I thought there may be something with my most current guy...he breaks it off, right before Valentine's Day (not that it would be any better if it were another day). I'm not outright sad, I'm just frustrated. This tacks on another tally to my failed relationships.
I've had plenty of short-term relationships and flings if you will, but nothing long-term. Nada. Zip. ZERO. Am I really not long-term material?
I used to think