Helicopter Parent

What happens when a control freak who has a small dose of OCD, and a little helping of anxiety attacks has an only child? They become a helicopter parent. It's not something I am super proud of; I hover. I over-annualize everything concerning Boston. Boston's "dad" used to sing the "I'm Bossy" song to tease me,little did he know how true that was. When she gets tended I send little measured portion  amounts of blueberries or whatever her food of the week is. I ask the sitter to send hourly pictures and updates as well. You probably change a diaper completely fine but for some reason I will re-do it; you probably feed Boston just fine but I will usually stand above you and tell you ways to improve it. I send oversized instructions to the sitter through email and texts to make sure they got it. Please tell me other people do this?

I don't think I am that anxious I just am overly-educated on EVERY possible thing that could ever go wrong. Sometimes I will wake up at nights and make list of what could go wrong and how to avoid those things. If she even sneezes I call into her Dr. and web MD to self diagnose what that sneeze could mean. Tomorrow we are hiking up to the wind caves with Boston and I have compiled a list from everything to be prepared for from rattle snakes to sunburns to dehydration... Once again, someone humor me and tell me they do this too?

Wish us luck...

XO:

Ashlynn&Boston BRONSON

Days at grandmas are her very favorite.

Casual porch sitting with Dayne.

We love the Sno shack!

Nothing makes a helicopter parent as happy as seeing their baby love spinach/kale/raspberry smoothies.