The Upside of Parenting

I was told last Saturday night that I have, through my writings here and on Facebook, helped someone to make a Major Life Decision: specifically, he's decided that he shouldn't have kids. Apparently, between discussions of sanity-devouring disgustingness, outrageous expenses, and recurrent Not Sleeping, I may have given him the impression that kids are... well... a lot of work.

That... would be completely deliberate. Kids are a lot of work.

But, in the interest of fair and balanced reporting, I feel compelled to add kids are also a lot of fun. (No, really: the Secret Parenting Cabal requires me spend at least two hours a month talking about how joyous and uplifting it is to have children.) So, join us below the fold for The Rest Of The Story:


The boys share a ride at Chuck E. Cheese:


Secondborn tries out a new hat:

Firstborn standing in our driveway:

Firstborn in the cardboard playhouse at my parents' house:

So there you go: parenting. It's a joyous and uplifting experience, full of warmth and light and unending love. And poop. Lots and lots of poop.