Emi and Aubrey have had another dance performance.... Which are so fun for me. I can't even tell you how much of a big head it has given me over these girls. Talia is in ballroom this year, and will have her first performance in January. YEAH HOO! A non-soccer Talia event. ( No offense, strange nation of soccer people. I just speak a different language. Mine is more arabesque and jete than goalie and oh I don't even know another damn soccer term to finish the sentence. But you get the idea. Does that mean I'm a lousy soccermom? I cheer pretty loud, if I'm sure it's the right time.)
Ryker is such a boy. Just today, he nearly tipped the Christmas tree over, dumped chocolate powder all over the kitchen, put my mascara all over the cat and himself, and tried to cut ot his own hair. I can't keep up with him! Help me! The boy species is so freaking weird. However, his sisters do have him convinced that he looks very handsome dressed up like a princess. It really bothers Robb. I just figure that if everyone makes it through the day with limbs intact then it was a rousing success. Yes, my parenting expectations of myself have dropped dramatically. I used to puree my own baby food. I used to freak if Talia got within 50 ft. of a person who had just sneezed. I used to daydream about my kids' exceptional educations, I.Q.'s, and advanced learning with the help of baby Mozart. Now? If the dishes get done, the kids/dogs/cats get fed, and at least one story got read, then I'm impressed with myself. I'm the mother of the year. You know it baby! So, yeah, toddler boy-princesses are just fine by me.
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