You should be bragging about your children. Believe me, I'd be bragging to anyone who didn't run the other direction if my kids were accomplishing such things. I still brag about my kids and their biggest accomplishments seem to be having sex and making beautiful
babies. If people have a problem with you telling what your kids are doing, then it's their problem, not yours. I tell anyone who will listen how skilled and talented DS is, and what a good Daddy he is, and what an amazing mother DD is. Because they are, and I love them, and I have every right to ring their bell...... the following is one of my favorite quotes by Marianne Williamson.“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
....your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so other people won't feel insecure around you. ..... Isn't that so true????

I remember my first beer: my best friend's father gave us each one. We were probably 14 or 15. Didn't have another one until I was in college, I think. But my friend and I occasionally drank cheap wine when we went out with older guys. Also once we met some guys at the beach and went drinking with them -- screwdrivers, I believe. We got back to the beach house so late, that we got busted big time. We were grounded the next day (didn't care, we were both so hungover -- didn't do that again for a long time) When I got to college, the drinking age was 18, I was not quite 18, but I'm afraid I didn't let that bother me. I was never carded until after I turned 18. I was a little smartiepants too -- I used to buy beer at a little package store down the road from college. On my 18th birthday I walked in there, where the owner recognized me, and announced that I was now legal and could I have a bottle of Southern Comfort! He laughed. When I was a teenager at home, my parents occasionally let me have a small glass of wine with a holiday meal. They used to drink that sicky sweet stuff -- concord grape wine. Also when I was nearly 18, my mother decided to find out how much I knew about alcohol and had me smell or taste a number of different samples of liquor. I knew what they all were. I'm sure she was very proud.
I guess she thought I should know the tastes so I could tell if someone slipped alcohol into a beverage without my knowing. She should have concentrated on "how much is too much" -- it was a giant drinking culture at college. I suppose it still is, but DD is so incredibly moderate, it doesn't look like she spends much time drinking. Yay for her. Neither do I, by the way, although I do enjoy the occasional cold beer, or tasty mixed drink.
Later gators