Parenting question of the day: Is “freaking” an inappropriate descriptive word for ‘tweens and teens to use with adults and in public?

As in, “That’s freaking awesome.”

I’m leaning toward yes on this one. But I am something of a prude about kids and language, which I tend to observe as a southern thing.

Anyway, what are your thoughts. Let me know in the comments below.

• Oversee major afternoon event downtown? Check.
• Dead battery on car? Check.
• Important meeting at office? Check.
• People sending me irritated emails because event is now full and they can’t get seating? Check.
• Emergency call from child at school informing that bracket on braces has popped off and is cutting her mouth open? Check.
• Last minute orthodontist appt across town? Check, check and double check.

C makes her daily commute to the office in Sevierville with her Daddy.

This is what 16-weeks-pregnant-with-baby-number-five looks like.

A fave photo of H that I stole off his Facebook page (I can do that now that he’s friended me…after only THREE YEARS of me asking him to friend me.)

C lounges in nothing but a diaper and her brother E’s lacrosse helmet.

In case you missed it the first time I posted it, here is my 7 year old nephew M’s cartoon creation.

C plays dress-up at Great-Grandmother’s house

E channels his inner Obama

My J-boodles

J and C, wrapped up like a toddler burrito

Me, getting a snuggly kiss from cousin L (known as Rainbow over at his mama’s most excellent blog)

J and another model all made up (remember! You need that much make-up for actual professional photography with lighting and everything; I took this photo with my BlackBerry) for photoshoot for JulieApple bags.

Jon spends time visiting with my grandmother.

Jon and E. Jon will be very sad, I think, when E finally gets too big to climb all over him.

My sweet H, age 18 (!!!)

K and E, the hippest neighbors on Grainger Ave!

J to me: “Why do you look stressed, mom?”

Me to J: “Well, there’s this client I’d really like to land, and I’m not sure how my pitch to them went.”

J to Me: “Just play hard to get, Mom. It works every time!”

(Maybe she should write a pop-business book with the “advice from a teenage girl” angle. She could call it: “Okay, So, Like, Who Moved My Lip Gloss, Right?!”)

Friday marked J’s last day of middle school, and E’s last day of elementary school. Some photos to mark the occasion.

Over at Babble,I’m blogging about the mother-daughter trip J and I took to the mall yesterday

I’m blogging about facing my cheerleading prejudices over at Babble today.

That’s what I’m bloggin’ about at Babble today.