Is that Al Bundy???

I am the proud parent of two beautiful daughters. The youngest is 12, the oldest is 17. A senior in high school. About to graduate and move away to college in a few short months. Like all parents, I think my girls are wonderful. Perfect in fact. The younger one is a sassy handful but that's what we love most about her. The older one is a typical first born . . . mature, responsible, studious, conscientious, etc. I think she is one of the most amazing people I've ever met. She is such a different person than I was at 17 years old. She is confident, she's secure. She is kind. She is smart. She is important. (Sorry! couldn't resist throwing that in there!!! :-). She has goals (I'm "40-something" and still don't know what I want to do with my life!).

Daughter #1 will turn 18 in the summer. Fortunately, she's always made good decisions and has followed her heart. She has pretty much always done the right thing and we've never had to question her choices. Now, I know this may not always be the case but hopefully, Cosmo & I have instilled the values and morals she will need and use the rest of her life.

Do these girls have any idea what these are going to look like after a couple of kids??? Can you imagine your 85-year old grandma walking around with a freakin' Hello Kitty tattoo on her chest???

Several times T has mentioned she'd like a tattoo. A small, meaningful tattoo. Not a tramp stamp or on the wrist or shoulder where everyone can see it. But something discreet. While I'm not crazy about this idea, I'm glad she's discussed it with us. Cosmo, naturally, is not happy (keep in mind this is the man that cried like an absolute baby when his girls got their ears pierced!!!). She has a couple of friends who have already turned 18 in the fall of their senior year and have gotten tattoos with out telling their parents. One friend has a tattoo on her ribcage. Her mom is going to be in for the shock of her life come bathing suit season. And I think that's precisely why she did it. Her mom is a controlling pyscho and this was her way of saying, "screw you." Oh God! Please don't ever let my girls want to say, "screw you!!!"