I’m a bad sister.
Have I ever mentioned I have a little brother? Yeah he’s not so little. Although there is 7 whole years between us & basically an entire country as well- so I never get to see him. He’s only met Hud a handful of times & the twins once. But, he’s 20 & in college in Chicago & has a wonderful girlfriend- so he has many priorities. A few weeks ago my Mom was like “Your brother is going to Europe.” and I was jealous. Because my mom never sent me to Europe! But, it turns out- he’s sent himself. He’s in a band that is touring in Europe. To further the sadness of never seeing my kid bro, I actually had to google him to find out the name of the band that he is touring with. I am apparently much too consumed with my own goings on because I feel like a chump for not knowing what’s going on with him.
So- I checked out his band’s myspace & gave them a listen. And, if you fancy the idea- you should give them a listen too! Yeah, I know- most of us are Mom’s, but whatever. We can like cool music too, right? PUNK RAWKKKK.
And because my analytics tells me so, I know I have readers who are in England, Poland, Austria, Germany etc. So, if one of his shows is close to you- go check them out! If you’re hip enough, of course. Because I don’t wanna cramp his style. 
THE GROWN UPS & for shits and giggles- you should guess which kid in the pic is my kid brother!
Themocracy
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I tried to be hip enough…but it’s so not my thing
They are cute though and my guess is that your bro is the second from the left? He has your eyes & eyebrows.
I have a little bro and I don’t see him very often either…right now he is in school only two hours away…but he is doing rotations all over the west coast next year and I think he will probably end up there for good!
That’s so cool! I was planning on studying abroad in London for the summer after my sophomore year of college until I found out I was pregnant! Rock on baby brother! Rock on!
Bad sister? Replace “Bad” with “Busy”.
A friend of mine lives very close to Manchester, England (a tour stop later this week) and when I told him that Andrew would be close to his neighborhood, he told me that he was a fan of their record label, Big Scary Monsters Recording Company because, and these are his words, they “present some rather good music …”
Well, the Brits have never been accused of overly demonstrative so this is high praise indeed.
And, just so you know, it has been my experience that most Mums (when in Rome … or, more aptly in this case, in the UK) are far too tough on themselves. Motherhood is the toughest and most important job in the world. I certainly couldn’t do it as well as any of the Mums in my life.
Loads of Love (and Thanks) to All The Moms and Mums,
SFFH
This makes me feel old.
Is he the one on the far right?
Second from left- Lindsey got it right!
Ummm…the one that looks just like Pete?
Nice sound. I sent the link to my friends in Germany.
PS: RE: Great Moments In Parenting History–I left Colin in his rocky car seat on a picnic table (I was just getting used to 3,) and we ALL left Nelson in the car, at 3 months old, in Sweden. We’re looking at each other (the 3 grown ups,) and thinking, “Why did we think we couldn’t all come inside to use the loo? I don’t know; can’t imagine; OH SHITFUCKHOLYMOTHER.” Epic.
Oh, then there was the time I left Colin at the piano teacher’s house. The boys had lessons, one after the other. For a while, Colin had an art class during one of his brother’s lessons. I’m in the van, looking in the rear view, thinking, “Just seems wrong, seems like I’m missing SOMETHING. Kevin’s at piano, Colin’s at art.” “ART ENDED LAST MONTH” Colin had gotten out at the piano teacher’s house to use the bathroom, and I had left while he was inside. I went back and her husband was having milk and graham crackers with him in the kitchen.
Moral of story–you are going to have your own GMIPH, over and over again. You are still an awesome mom.
…whose children will tease you mercilessly about these incidents when they get older…