Wait dad, I got something to tell you dad, I love you

So we've come to the point where we have to start training our kid to behave. If we cant figure out what's going on I feel like we're doing our kid a disservice. I know that when he gets to preschool things will get better as he has more interactions with other tots. But, I didnt make this journal to specificallly talk about all things Lincoln. Although if you have any suggestions please feel free to throw them in the ring..The title of this blog is what my brother and I used to say to my dad before he spanked us, it was usually anything we could say to get out of being whooped..

I coached volleyball this year and as a gift to myself I bought myself  a beautiful Coach Purse. Cant wait for it to get here so I can rock the shit out of it..I gotta treat "mama' good sometimes.

Standardized testing for our school starts next week..So boring for teachers but the pressure is on to make sure our kids did well. I posted a large inspirational quote on the wall that says "I'm not the greatest; I'm the double greatest. I knock 'em out but I pick the round" from Muhammed Ali and I hope that the kids understand that I think they're the greatest and they can master this test on their own terms, whatever it takes. They are good kids, sometimes.

Finally, family unit is back together after a night of dabauchery and it feels good to have everyone in the same house.

"Ambien Stacy" is kicking in so peace out..