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Pride

On Sunday I took both girls downtown to meet up with Dane and Tyrant and a whole group of friends to watch the Utah Pride Parade. I have a lot more to say about our experience, some of it unexpectedly emotional. But I just wanted to show you Marlo mid-stickering. By the end she was covered in beads, bracelets, stickers, taffy, and sticky residue from the fourteen popsicles she ate. And she loved every second of it. Didn’t want to leave. She even asked this morning if we could go back to the parade. Next year, little one. Next year.

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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